#sorry this took so looooong I like giving long answers so

[inmyblueparadise]

Hi there! Idk if you're taking request but if you are, then could you do something where after the hiatus y/n is promoting her new album and a sexist interviewer basically suggest that now that she doesn't have the boys her career will go down? And basically she just handles it in a badass way? Maybe the boys defending her...

Its a bit long but if you are not able to do it then its ok! 🙂

love you works tho!! ✨💕✨

Hii lovie, I'm so sorry I'm just awsering this right now ! But thank you so much for the love, it made my day babe !

Let me know what you think :) xx

Deciding to go on a hiatus, was probably the hardest decision you had to take. It's not that you didn't want to stop, but as of right now you just couldn't. Mentally and physically, all of you were exhausted. After 5 years of touring, recording, and putting albums out, promoting, interviews and so and so. You just needed a minute to breathe. 

And you did it. You went on a looooong vacation, sleeping and tanning for most of the time. You also reconnected with your family, spent time with your friends, and just lived. You also needed this time off to discover yourself. Who were you ? You were not just the girl from the band, the 6th member, you were now a grown woman, with ideas and dreams. 

That is what you tried to put into your first solo album. Your growth, your story, your style..Your album « A Letter to Me » came out to the world. It was your baby, an homage to the boys, to your family, and your younger self, because you made it. But there is one thing that you were less excited about. THE PRESS. You knew you had to give interviews as part of the promotion for the album, but you were not excited about it. While you were in the band, it was fun. You were never alone, always with at least one of the boys if not all of them. You made jokes and you relied on each other. But now, you were going to have to face it all alone. The first week of the promo went by quickly you were excited. to perform for the fans, the journalists were nice enough, so it was a good start. But you knew it could change reallllllly quickly and boy you were right ! 

You were actually sitting in a hotel room, all dolled up and dressed for your last interview of the day. A man walked in and gave you a smile before sitting in front of you, and introducing himself. 

Hello Y/N, I'm Joe from People Mag. How are you ? 

Hi Joe, I'm good thanks how are you ? 

Good, shall we start ? 

Let's go.

The interview started pretty much like the others, with questions about the songs, and the album. He was insistent on your relationship status but stopped when. he saw you wouldn't give him the answer he wanted, and that's when the interview took a weird turn. 

"So, Y/N, you started your career while in the band One Direction". 

"Yes, I did"

"All of the members put out new music, album, and singles, and they are doing pretty well, do you think you would do as well as them ?" 

"Well, when you put out a project, you want it to do good. Like every time we put out an album with the band, we wanted the fans to like it. And now that I'm on my own, I have to say it's a little more stressful because it's only, and I don't know < how the fans will react to the styles and everything but it's also exciting to be able to do this. You said, avoiding the question about the boys, but he came back to it." 

"Because, and I don't mean to put any pressure on you, but Harry for example did really great with his album do you want to do better than him ?" 

"It's not a competition. You said, trying to keep a smile on your face. There is enough of that in the music industry. Every time one of the boys put out a song or any project, I'm the first to listen to it, and send my love. I know firsthand how talented they are, and I am extremely proud of Harry for putting together such a great album that he is proud of and that his fans are happy to listen to. Do I hope the fans like my album, sure, but I'm not here to try and sell more than my friends, it's not what I'm about." 

"Good for you Y/N, and I mean you probably won't have the same success as them anyway.."

That's when you started boiling inside. 

"And why is that ?" 

"Oh, I mean that you were just the girl of the band, and people were fans of the band and now that you are alone, you are just a girl in the industry.."

"So you think that because I don't have the boys with me now that I won't do good ?" 

"Yes exactly, I mean don't get me wrong you are stunning, but you cannot expect your career to be successful without the boys..."

"Let me stop you right there. I have been in the industry since I was sixteen, I have been writing songs since that age and I have also been performing since then. I was not just "a girl" in a band, I was a member just like any of the boys, I have given my all to this band just like them and I earned my success." 

"Yes but," 

"No no, I'm still speaking, Joe. I find your question, not only offensive to me, but to all the women in this industry. So because I started in a band and I am a woman it means that I am less talented or deserving ? I think that you are forgetting that some of the biggest names in this industry are women. Or do you not consider Beyonce, Rihanna, or Stevie Nick talented enough ? Or Arianna, Celine Dion, Adele, I could go on ! "

"I am not here to teach you a lesson on feminism, even though it is clear that you need one desperately. But let me tell you this. Putting this album out has been one of the hardest things I had to do in my career, because yes I am scared to start over alone. I don't expect the same level of success I had with the band, because what we did was extraordinary, it was insane. And if I'm honest, I'll be ok with not having the same success as a solo artist, because I actually experienced this kind of love and dedication already. I'll be fine not touring stadiums again or having my album at the top of the Billboard 100, because I already did it. I just want to make stuff that is right, that is fun, in terms of the process, that I can be proud of for a long time, that my friends can be proud of, that my family can be proud of, that my kids will be proud of one day. And if the boys managed to get the same success, I will be on the front row cheering and dancing my ass off." 

After that interview, you left, surrounded by your team. You knew people would talk about it, and everyone liked the drama, but you felt good about what you said. What you didn't expect was the number of celebrities reacting to it. Barely a day after the interview was put online your social media profiles were flooded with messages. 

@tswift : Why are women still looked over in this industry because of our gender ? Your album is amazing @y/n congrats ! 

@AriannaGrande : Letter to Me by @y/n is on repeaaaaaat ! Go girl !

@Beyonce : Nothing more to add @y/n

But what people were waiting for was the boys reaction. And they got it.

Louis posted a picture on his Instagram. Of you and him, surrounded by trophies won with the band over the year, the caption saying. 

@LouisTomlinson : For 5 years, I was lucky enough to work with a kind, talented and unbelievable singer, whom I get to call my little sister. She is not only an incredible performer but also a songwriter that has the talent to make me dance and cry with her lyrics. I am incredibly proud of her new album, and I know she will go far in this industry, so all your sexist ass can fuck off. I love you @y/n.

Niall addressed the interview during an instalive. "Yes I have seen, the interview, and all I can say is how proud of y/n I am. She is one of the most talented people I ever worked with and she deserves the world, so go listen to her album ! "

Liam's tweet was simple. @LiamPayne : So my sister has no talent ? #sheisnumber1 with a screenshot of your album at the number one spot. 

Zayn's reaction was a surprise to a lot of people. He didn't mention you in the tweet, but everyone knew he was talking about you. @Zayn : She's not afraid, she is shining. 

As for Harry, well mister mysterious posted a beautiful picture of you, on stage, in black and white. With a simple caption 

@HarryStyles : Proud. 

[rebornofstars]

* I know I’m technically a focus on art but I also want to chat as writer—what’s one of your favorite troupes that you rarely write whether it’s because you feel you can’t do it justice or just because you don’t? Me personally I am an AVID fan of mind bending/un-reality fics, but I can never write them to a satisfactory level. They’re so fun to read especially when they’re multi-chapter and you’ve gotta theorize on wtf is going on!!! It’s quirky and fun!!!! No one knows what’s going on and I ADORE that type of confusion. Learning to write is fun but I’m not at that level yet and I’m excited for when I can GGHRAAAHHH!!!!

OH BOY. oh boy. hello there thank you so much for the ask i absolutely love it. this took me a while to respond to because i had to get my thoughts in order 😅 i like a good never-say-never attitude, but there are many many things i write that are not as good as the blurry versions of themselves rotating around the inside of my head! the potential, u know? i can never do the potential justice. somehow i don't think that will ever change.

one thing i definitely struggle with is long-term character development - whether it's romantic, like a slow burn, or platonic or just in terms of narrative structure, whatever. i can't seem to get it happening to my satisfaction. i am so comfortable collecting snapshots of specific points of a character's journey, but when i try to slowly allow them to grow and change, it always feels cheap idk 😬😭 i'm also not so good at writing stories which span a longer period of time and/or have timeskips. it's mostly due to lack of practice with longer stories, and i'm working on improving!

in terms of more specific tropes or genres, though.... mysteries. i can never figure out how heavy or subtle the foreshadowing should be. comedy is also hard, although i've been practicing that one and i think i'm slowly getting the hang of a few different styles that are more humourous. and sometimes i read, like, Feist and Wurts' Empire trilogy, or Rothfuss' The Name of the Wind, and realise all over again i have a looooong way yet to go when it comes to introducing worldbuilding into a story naturally and intuitively. also, this might be silly, because the LU fic i'm most known for is literally about this, but reveals? i'm not so confident i can live up to the hype or satisfactorily fulfill the tension i've built. i hope my cursebreaker readers are not going to be disappointed by the payoff/reveal i have planned 🤞🤞😁

that being said, though, i keep writing all of those tropes and genres anyway, and it's really an honour to have the space and encouragement to be giving it a shot. i'm so grateful that all my recurring readers have put their trust in me and my ability to deliver a good story. throughout my childhood writing has always been a very solitary endeavour for me and i cannot express how much fun i've been having on ao3 over the last year, and tumblr the last few months. i've never had a fandom community like this before 💕 and i like to think that while i'm still growing my skills, i also have the potential inside me for anything, if i give it a good shot and keep at it. i think we all do.

i'm very sorry for all of this word vomit 😁 i guess, to chat as a writer, all i can say is i also LOVE reality bending stories, and they're SO FUN and you're SO RIGHT, and i don't have so much one problem writing as i do a lot of smaller more general ones, because i like to throw myself into my problems head-first, and i believe that you too have a million potentials inside you if you keep at it, and i for one am very, very excited to see where you go. i guess this whole answer was a gesture of enouragement, in the end. 🤩🥰

[hideyoshineki]

great ball, master ball, moon ball, friend ball, heavy ball, fast ball, repeat ball, nest ball, dive ball, dream ball 4 poke ask ;p

Thank yooouuuuu!!!~

Ultimate Pokémon Questionnaire!

Great Ball: FavouritePokemon Game

Pokemon MysteryDungeon Explorers of Sky!!! THE BEST! BY FAR! This has honestly had animpact on my entire life! (I live by Grovyle’s“make my life shine” monologue honestly). It’s so BEAUTIFUL! It has so muchHEART! The plot is so GOOD with amazing PLOT TWISTS! (The plot also gets prettydark and complex for a kids game like I RESPECT this game!) Amazing characters,wonderful relationships, an absolutely gorgeousand emotional soundtrack, honestly such a beautiful story! I replay thisgame a LOT and it’s on my mind a lot too!

In terms of just the main series games, probably PokemonPlatinum! I have such a Sinnoh/Gen 4 bias honestly I’m not gonna hide it.

Master Ball: FavouriteLegendary Pokemon

Mesprit! It was the only Pokemon I didn’t kill in my firstPokemon game because I used the Master Ball on it. I already felt connected toit since it was the Lake Guardian near Twinleaf Town and appeared in front ofyou at Spear Pillar AND it seemed to smile before running away as if youchasing it was a game. It’s also very cute and a nice design and I like itscall too. I love Mesprit a lot. (I love all the Lake Guardians so much tbh butMesprit is my favourite).

Moon Ball: In thePokemon games do you prefer morning or night?

Morning definitely! The main question I asked my friendsthat got Moon was “How do you deal with it being at night so much in the game?”

Friend Ball: Favouriterival/companion

(This is the only one I’ve already answered I’m impressed)N!

Heavy Ball: Least favouritePokemon

This is pretty hard actually because I don’t think there’s aPokemon I actively hate and ones I don’t like as much I don’t think about asmuch?

Pokemon I can think of are Basculin, Simisear (I feel like I’mjumping on the band wagon since that poll that showed it as the least favouritePokemon but I remember getting a Pansear in Black, evolving it, and being disappointedand wishing I got either Pansage or Panpour instead), Heatmor (design wise anduseful wise I’m like ugghhh), Durant (same as Heatmor more or less but Idislike its design a little less than Heatmor) and probably Graveler (it explodesin the main games, and spams Magnitude in Mystery Dungeon to everyone).  

Fast Ball: Favouriteway to get around in the Pokemon games

Flying using the move Fly is the fastest and mostconvenient.

It’s nice to ride Latios/Latias in ORAS since you can seewhere you are flying and decide while you’re up there and you don’t need aflying Pokemon on your team, it’s just annoying when I accidently use the fluteand I have to sit through the little cutscene (and flying on Latios/Latias ismore time consuming than regular flying).

Repeat Ball: APokemon you’ve raised more than once

Ninetales, Weavile and Hydreigon! (I’m not counting thestarters I’ve raised multiple times from replaying games).

I had a Ninetales in my team in Alpha Sapphire, and anAlolan Ninetales (named Victor) in Sun!

I have raised a couple of Weavile in several playthroughs ofDiamond Pearl, I’ve raised a competitive one in Sun named Kyle, and I’mcurrently raising a shiny one named Steve (to go with the shiny Sneasel that Inamed Adam).

I’ve raised 3 Hydreigon and it’s exhausting because it takes soooo long like omg you have to getZweilous to level 64 that takes forever.I raised one normally in Black, bred another one in Black that had the egg moveDark Pulse and was Modest natured, and recently in Sun I raised a propercompetitive one named Hilda.

Nest Ball: Favouriteregion

Sinnoh Sinnoh Sinnoh! I love it so much, I’m so familiar withit and its towns/cities, and I love the layout of the three lakes forming atriangle with the Mt Coronet and Spear Pillar in the centre. Cynthia is myfavourite Champion, Gen 4 is my favourite gen, and I especially love the Sinnohlegends and lore!

Dive Ball: Favouritewater route/area in Pokemon

Uhhhh this is hard because I generally don’t like waterroutes at all.

OH WAIT OH OH THE THREE LAKES OF SINNOH! Lake Verity, LakeValor and Lake Acuity! Lake Verity being my favourite because Twinleaf Town andMesprit.

Dream Ball: DreamPokemon team

Weavile, Luxray, Hydreigon, Mesprit, Ninetales and Milotic!

[thesunicarusfellfor]

My beloved! I do not know if you watched the recent lore stream ( if you haven't please! Watch it before answering my ask! ) I was wondering if you could do something with eret and foolish where instead of foolish dying it's the reader? And the reader is on her last life after she died from badboyhalo? Just some angst ( please I wanna cry out my feelings after this stream omg- and plus your my favorite writer so yea :p)

Have an amazing day! <3

-Moosh

BELOVED! EEEEEEE I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE ERET FOR SOOOOO LOOOOONG YOU HAVE NO IDEA. I'm just going to make it an Eret x Reader because I don't know Foolish's character too well if that's okay?

(ALso, you will make me cry from all these compliments, please ;^;)

I actually am adding onto this because I want to make a hybrid reader for once, hope you don't mind! ^^

SPOILERS FOR THE RED BANQUET AND MULTIPLE PRONOUNS USED FOR ERET

My Monarch (C!Eret x GN!Butterfly Hyrbid!Reader)

You giggled softly, your beautiful paper-thin wings flitting behind you as you hopped around Eret's room while he got his newly tailored red cloak chained together, "My goodness, monarch, you're going to waste up all your energy before the party even begins!" He laughed at your reddened cheeks while he put his crown on top of his neatly styled hair, putting his sunglasses on shortly after, "How do I look?"

"Like a true queen!" You chirped, adjusting your outfit in the mirror beside your lover before frowning and taking the glasses away from her, "Ah, ah, nope. If I'm having my wings out of my cloak, you aren't wearing your sunglasses, darling, we've been over this."

The royal huffed and gave a small pout but didn't argue much on the matter, as they did, in fact, practically beg you to keep your wings out for display for the banquet. With a small chuckle, they reached over and picked up your crown that was decorated with rainbows of jewels, placing it on your styled (h/l) (h/c) hair, being mindful of your antennae, "There... There's my monarch."

You blushed slightly at the nickname and gave a small giggle as you took his hand, "Come on, let's get going, Bad will get impatient if we're late." Eret gave a nod with a smile, leading you towards the door and out of his castle.

The two of you were happily chatting with each other as you travelled to the stairway that led underground, happily saying hellos to your 'mama' Puffy, who gave you typical motherly affection, ie: smooshing your cheeks as she gave you a light headbutt while calling you every motherly compliment in the book, and anyone else that was also invited to the Banquet. When you arrived, you took a sharp breath as you saw the room filled with red vines crawling and writhing everywhere, it sickened you... But, this was about Bad apologizing, and you supposed that you could put your discomfort off to the side for just a little bit.

Eret, being the gentleman she was, pulled out your chair for you and gestured for you to sit down, smiling softly as you gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat down in the chair. She pushed you in and sat in the chair to your left, Puffy on your right, gently taking your hand once she was tucked into the table.

You were so anxious that you could barely focus on the speech Bad was giving, until your ears and antennae picked up the sound and scent of running lava which successfully shook you out of your thoughts, but before you could mention anything to Eret, you heard a chuckle.

"Now, prepare to die."

There was a chorus of gasps that tore from everyone's mouths as the sound of lava got louder. You lifted your head from staring at the red soup in the bowl in front of you and looked around in horror as you saw lava blocking the exits. You felt Eret tighten their grip on your hand, but by then your heart was already racing in fear and your wings were shifting around nervously.

"Oh my god!"

"We've been walled in!"

"After all that?!"

Bad tossed his empty glass bottle to the side, causing it to shatter on the ground below and get greedily grabbed at by the red vines, "Well uh, that's right."

"Bad, what about turning over this leaf?!" Captain Puffy snapped, slamming her mostly empty bottle of water down on the table as she stood up.

The nine-foot-tall demon seemed to nonchalantly brush off her outburst and shook his head lamely, "No, the leaf is staying the way it is." He sat up properly in his chair and rested his elbows on the warped wooden table to hold his chin in his hands.

"Is... There any way out?" You asked aloud, quickly spinning around, looking for any gap that you could possibly fly through. Eret quickly wrapped his arm around you, his white eyes wide with slight hints of fear that he was used to hiding with his glasses.

"No! There's literally no way out!" Fundy cried out, restlessly shuffling and running around, trying to find anything everyone could use to escape.

HBomb gave a small shriek of pain as he burned his hand on the lava, "It is real lava! It is real lava!" He gasped out as Puffy quickly made him shove his hand into the bowl of beat soup. Bad calmly walked over and gave him a glimmering gold apple with a sickly sweet smile.

"You should try not to die yet, HBomb." He chuckled softly as he returned to his seat once the man eagerly bit into the potion soaked fruit, desperate to get rid of the burning sensation.

Puffy took a few deep breaths and held out her arms, trying to get everyone to stop freaking out completely, "We're fine, we're fine, we're fine! I- I didn't trust you, Bad, I didn't trust you at all. I didn't trust Antfrost. I knew! I knew something was up, it's unfortunate to say I can't trust either one of you... Because... I planned this..."

She eagerly ripped off the red silken table cloth to reveal a chest buried in the table, spilling drinks and soup everywhere for the vines to eagerly writhe towards, "Oh?! What?!" Bad gasped, his mouth parting in shock... Before it fell bad into a devious smile as Puffy gave a cry of confusion, finding the chest completely empty, "Oh? Were you... Looking for this, perchance?"

Bad equipped diamond enchanted armour and held up an enchanted diamond sword that glimmered in the light of the lava, Ant, Ponk... And Hannah... Doing the same, "Sorry Puffy. I had to do it..." Hannah Rose walked over and sat in the empty seat on Bad's left.

"Do... What, Hannah? Why?!" The Ram hybrid whispered in horror.

"I had to tell them." She responded simply, blinking a few times as her eyes went from a forest coloured green to redder than the colour of the egg's vines slithering around your ankles, "The egg..."

Biting back a sob, you looked at Hannah, "You were with them the whole time...?"

Sam stood completely still, looking at the girl sadly, "You... Told them, Hannah?" The warden murmured.

"I had to." She glanced at Bad with a small grin before looking back at her former friends, including you, "It was the only way."

"I'm sorry," Bad started, sounding almost completely genuine, if it wasn't for the crooked smile he was wearing, "I'm sorry Sam, I'm sorry Puffy. But, time to get on to the main event!"

The creeper hybrid held up his hand, pointing one finger to the ceiling to silently tell the Eggpire to hold on for just a moment, "Well... That is, tragic, that you told them about our plans for the armour, but..." You could tell Sam grinned behind his mask as his green eyes gave a few sparks of smugness, "Something, you should know. I had another plan. Because I didn't trust you."

"...What do you mean 'another plan'?" Bad pointed his loaded crossbow at the warden, eyes narrowing into a glare.

"Well," He pulled a remote out of his pocket and scanned it in mock curiosity, "I think, that we all can agree, that this has gone on long enough now. I'm tired of all this fighting. So I say we just blow the egg up. For good, this time, with an amount of TNT that it can't survive... So I hid a trap..."

'Of course... The creeper hybrid is using TNT...' You thought with a small smile, trying to distract yourself from the heartstopping fear overwhelming your body at the moment as Bad stuttered in surprise.

"A trap?! Wait, what do you mean!?" the demon growled as Sam got up and walked slightly closer to the egg, digging his thumb into the button on the remote he held.

"We did something even you couldn't prepare for!" Puffy shouted as TNT began to rain out of a small gap in the ceiling.

Eret, worrying for your safety and how the sounds or smell of gunpowder would affect your hypersensitive senses, pulled you close and she wrapped you in her cloak. You desperately grasped at the fabric of her red dress as she covered your ears in an attempt to make the loud booms easier for your insect senses to handle.

By the time it stopped and Eret let you go, there were shocked gasps and the egg... Had... Turned to crying obsidian? "You guys-" Bad had to take a breath through his maniacal laughter to wipe a tear, "You really thought you could defeat the egg? With TNT? After Quackity tried that, we took proper... Preparations. And we made it so that we wouldn't have to worry about TNT anymore, thank you very much!"

"I think you mean precautions..." You murmured quietly, curling in on yourself and hiding behind Eret slightly when you saw soulless white eyes glare in your directions.

"Shut up, (Y/n)." He huffed, and Eret had to physically stop Puffy from storming over and fighting the man in diamond armour with her bare hands, "Now, would you all please kindly make your way over here... We can begin the summary executions."

Shock flooded through your veins at how eagerly Bad hopped out of his chair them walked over to where the Egg, the crying obsidian fading away, and standing on a platform. There was a chorus of shocked cries and just cries in general as Bad waved his crossbow around, "What about the speeches man?!" Fundy growled, glaring at Bad as he tried to get you all to leave the table.

"Oh, that was all just to lull you into a false sense of security!" He responded with another crooked smile and a 'duh' tone, "You see, the egg needs something, and it's gonna get it from each of you. See, in order for the egg to hatch, it needs energy, and it gets that energy from people dying near it! And that's the role that you guys are gonna fill! We are gonna kill you one by one..."

"You're a monster..." Eret mumbled under their breath, holding your hand tightly, able to feel your racing heart from the pulse in your wrist. This had gone on long enough, sure, destroying everything on the server was one thing, but threatening not only their life, not only their friends' lives, but their lover's life as well! You only had two more before you were gone from this world forever... And by whatever gods were listening, they swore that they were going to protect those final two, even at the risk of their own life.

Bad turned his head, his twisted smile faltering slightly, "What was that, Eret? What did you say?" He leaned closer mockingly, to see if Eret really had the guts to repeat what was just said.

"You're an absolute monster," Eret repeated with a slight growl to his voice this time, taking a step closer to the corrupted man as a threat and also effectively blocking you from Bad's gaze, "How could you? We all trusted you, Bad."

"Trust?!" Ant spoke up for the first time that night, grinning almost like a Cheshire cat, "Okay, Eret... Keep talking. Keep talking about trust."

Sucking a breath through your gritted teeth, you cringed as Ant retorted with a verbal dagger, one he knew would hurt Eret deeply, and hurt her it did, "That was a long time ago!" You snapped immediately, stepping forwards to defend her which definitely caught everyone off guard. You were NOT about to let some egg puppets trash talk your lover, "She's changed!"

"You know what..." Bad hummed, almost comically tapping his finger to his lip before pointing at Eret, "I think, Eret, you would be a perfect person... To sacrifice first!"

Giving a cry of horror, you felt the red vines react to Bad's words and grab you and Eret, successfully yanking you away from each other despite your cries and struggles of protests. The large vines picked Eret up and brought them to the execution platform that Bad was standing on. The entire time, you were trying to run over to grab them, but the vines kept creating a wall and pushing you back, "No! No, no, no!" You screamed desperately, trying to reach out to the crown-wearing lover that was now being held on the platform by the very vines that were holding you back.

"Does anyone have anything?!" Foolish cried, quickly patting his pockets and looking around for anything, anything at all, to use as a weapon.

"I- We have no weapons!"

"No one has anything?! We literally can't do anything about this!"

Bad only chuckled, seeming to find amusement in everyone's distress, "Excellent, excellent, I really appreciate you guys following the directive and not bringing any weapons. That's very courteous of you." He turned towards Eret with his readied crossbow, gleefully ignoring your cries.

"We trusted you!" You yelled, throwing a useless punch at the wall of vines that blocked your way again, everyone roaring at the Eggpire in agreement with your statement.

"Well that was your first mistake," He chided in almost a playful manner, "Did you really think we were just going to stop trying to spread the egg's influence over the server, just because a couple people got mad at the vines? Like, come on. That's been the objective all along. It's been to hatch the egg. The egg wants power, and it's gonna get it."

His finger lightly began tapping at the trigger of his crossbow that had the bolt pointing to your lover's head, which caused a sob to escape past your lips as you finally had enough and finally flew into the air, expertly weaving past the red vines that tried to grab you out of the air. Quickly, you swooped down and reached out for Eret, but you felt something fly past your ear... Then suddenly, the king gave a cry of his own and you felt your flying balance get thrown off, causing you to begin to plummet towards the ground.

The horrified shrieks of your lover, mother figure and your friends rang through your ears as you quickly plummeted towards the earth as a result of gravity, only to be suddenly halted in mid-air which caused your crown to fall to the ground, completely wrapped in vines that clearly didn't care how badly they were bending your wings. You whined in pain at the tight grip, and looked over at your beloved butterfly features, only to give a sob of pain as you saw a large tear had sliced through your right (f/c) wing... "You... You bastard..." You hissed at the demon who came over and reloaded another bolt into his crossbow.

"You know, I think I like your energy more than your lover's." He cupped your chin in an almost loving fashion, causing Eret to immediately lash out and begin barking insults as well as threats. Unfortunately, her violence was ignored as the vines picked her up again, "Your unwavering loyalty, your love, your fierceness despite how fragile you are..."

"Get your hands away from them!" Puffy yelled, she and Foolish going to run to help you, but they were blocked off by the vines in the same way you once were, "For fucks sake Bad! Leave my child alone! They were just defending Eret, you know, their lover?!"

Bad only hummed as the vines lamely tossed Eret to the crowd of people, but thankfully he was caught by Foolish and Sam instead of hitting the ground but his crown hit the ground close to yours, breaking most of the rainbow coloured gems off, "I'm quite aware of their relationship, thank you, Puffy." He stepped back and the vines threw you to the ground on the execution platform, causing you to bounce off the nether bricks harshly before finally rolling into the centre.

Your head was spinning and your sight was blurry, but you still managed to hear the screams of terror from your friends, the begging from Puffy for Bad to leave you alone, and the sobs leaving Eret's throat as they cried out for you, "Monarch... (Y/N)!" They screamed, trying to run to you as well, but unsurprisingly they were held back as well.

It... was funny... You wanted to go to this party so badly... You begged Eret to come to this party, you spent weeks picking out your outfit... You were so excited...

And now here you were... Flightless and beyond concussed...

About to die...

"I love you..." You managed to whisper to Eret before Ant rose his enchanted sword... Then quickly lowering it, piercing through your chest...

"(Y/N)! NO!"

(Y/n) (L/n) was slain by Antfrost. Lives 1/3

[new-to-this123]

Monty’s Revenge

As per requested

May I please request a monty x girlfriend reader? where she was raped too and he does everything he can for her and ruins Bryce..  lots of fluff and smut

(I know the request asks for smut, but the direction I took this story, smut didn't fit. When you read it, you'll see why but I hope you'll still like it though) 

 Monty X reader 

warning: swearing, drug use, alcohol, mention and details of rape, fighting 

word count: 2061

NOTES: I haven't posted in a LOOOOONG time. Now that I'm done with school I definitely have more time so I'm hoping to get all my requests caught up!  I hope you guys like this one. 

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Y/N journal entry

August 27th 2016

Tonight Kat is hosting a party at  her neighbors house. Kats parties are always a good time. Maybe I can get Monty to notice me tonight, who knows, I know people say he's troubled but there's something about him that i just love. 

Anyways i guess i'll let you know how this party goes.  

August 28th 2016

Well lets just say that yesterday didn't go as planned but it was a goodnight! 

I don't remember anything from the party. The only thing I remember is talking with Monty, and Bryce outside of Hannah's house. I was very drunk and so was monty. I woke up in the clubhouse with monty. We both don't know if we slept together, but I think we may have. The signs were all there, I have a few hickeys on my neck, and there's definitely cum in my panties. 

Monty and I hung out all afternoon, then he drove me home. 

Monty kissed me before I left and said he can't wait to see me at school tomorrow! 

I'm so happy! 

Present day (March 2018) 

Y/N was sitting at the lunch table with her boyfriend Monty when Jessica, Clay and Justin show up and sit. 

“Hey Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?” Jessica asked

“Why?” Y/N asked, since Jessica never really talked to her. 

“It has to do with the trials” Justin  added. 

“Look Y/N has nothing to do with that so leave her out of it” Monty said defensively placing his hand on Y/N’s lap. 

Jessica looks over at Clay and Justin, and takes a deep breath. 

“Y/N there's something i need to show you and it's not easy.” 

“ok ……. So show me” 

“Not here Y/N” Clay adds

“Why not? Anything you have to tell me you can tell Monty!” 

Jessica slides over two pictures.

Y/N looks down at the first one and ,in the corner, she sees Monty passed out on a chair, and in the middle is a naked and passed out Y/N. 

In the second one, Bryce is taking a selfie of him raping Y/N. 

“Where the fuck did you get these?” Monty yelled, grabbing both pictures.

“When were they taken? How did you get these?” Y/N asked with tears filling her eyes.

“There's a box full of them. But i can't tell you when it was.” jessica replied

“We were hoping you would be able to tell us when this happened.” Justin added

“I mean, i.. I don't know, i can't think of a time that i was left alone with Bryce in the clubhouse, Monty has never let that happen.” Y/N replies. 

Jessica, Justin and Clay look over at Monty. 

“Don't fucking look at me! I didn't let this happen!! Im gonna fucking kill him.” Monty said aggressively.

“NO! Let me go talk to Bryce.. ALONE” Y/N said looking at all four of her peers. 

“I want answers and he's the only one who can give them to me.”  

“No way Y/N!” Monty said

“Are you insane?” Clay added

Y/Ns Texts

Y/N: Hey Bryce, wanna grab a coffee at monets after school? 

Bryce: why? Sick and tired of De La Cruz? Never thought you’d last this long anyways. 

Y/N: urg meet me there at 3

“There meeting with him after school, if you don't want me alone you guys can sit at the back of monet's” Y/N said standing up, grabbing the pictures from Monty and leaving. 

“You guys don't come! He’ll know somethings up” Monty said, pointing at Jessica, Justin and Clay.

“Protect her Montgomery” Justin said, looking him right in the eyes. 

Monty walked after Y/N. 

Y/N walked into Monets and saw Monty in the back with Taylor and Kenneth.

“Urg of course he'd bring his lackeys” Y/N thought to herself as she looked at Taylor and Kenneth.

Y/N orders herself a coffee and sits at a table in the middle of Monets, and waits for Bryce. 

At 3;15pm Bryce walked in, went up to the counter, ordered himself a coffee and joined Y/N. 

“Sorry I'm late, got caught up with some of the guys.” Bryce said as he sat down.  

“All cool” Y/N replied

“So what did you wanna talk about huh? Monty being an ass?” Bryce asked with a big smile on his face. 

“No i wanted to ask you when this happened” Y/N said as she slipped him the selfie of Bryce raping her. 

The smile on Bryce's face quickly changed to anger. He leaned forward on  the table and whispered “where the fuk did you get these?” 

“When did it happen Bryce?” 

“When do you think?” Bryce scoffed. 

“ I don't know, that's why i'm asking you?”

“Just know that you wanted it. You were moaning my name the whole time.” 

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat and asked Bryce again 

“When did it happen?” 

“When did you wake up in the clubhouse with Monty alone?” Bryce replied with a smirk on his face. 

Y/N’s jaw dropped, and suddenly memories of that night flashed through her head.

Hannah’s Party

Y/N is standing outside, holding a beer, sharing a joint with Monty. 

“You know i was telling Bryce on our way here that i hoped you were here tonight.” Monty said as he passed Y/N the joint.  

“I was hoping you'd be here too Monty” Y/N replied, taking a hit off the joint and coughing. 

“Do we have a newbie here” Bryce said as he walked up and wrapped his arm around Y/N.

“ Yes it is” monty replied laughing. 

Y/N walked back into the party and spent all night drinking and smoking with Monty.

Near the end of the night Y/N and Monty were clearly very drunk and high. Y/N was using monty as her support and monty was using Y/N as his. 

Bryce walked up to them “lets go kids! let's get you home” he said as he placed himself between the both Y/N and Monty and wrapped his arms around both of their shoulders.

Bryce walked them to his car, he helped Y/N into the front seat and Monty in the back.

As he was getting ready to drive off bryce said “now now don't fucking puke in my car” 

“No promises” monty drunkenly said from the back, laying down on the back seat, closing his eyes and passing out. 

Bryce placed his hand on Y/N laps. Even in her highly intoxicated state she thought his hand was a little too high up on her thigh and tried to move it. 

“Shhh baby it's ok” Bryce said as he smiled and squeezed her thigh a little harder. 

They got to the clubhouse and Bryce carried Y/N in and laid her on the couch. 

“Monty” was all Y/N could mumble in her intoxicated state. 

“He's in the car babygirl. You're ok. I got you.” Bryce said as he started pulling Y/N shirt off. 

“No” Y/N tried to mumble and squirm away but Bryce overpowered her and stripped her completely naked. 

“I know you want this. Everyone does” Bryce said as he started raping Y/N. 

“The night of Hannah's party. You were supposed to drive us home. Instead you went to the club house and staged the whole thing” Y/N replied, tears building up in her eyes. 

“Naw! Monty walked in on his own and sat in the chair after I got you undressed. And in casual Monty style he was too drunk to notice anything so when i finished i woke him up and told him he fucked you a while ago but i had to leave because it was late and he told me to leave you guys there. He took the credit and look,here you are two years later, still happily together. So why are you bitching, we all got what we wanted in the end” 

Y/N looked at Bryce in disbelief. 

“We all got what we wanted?” Y/N asked a tear falling down her cheek. 

“You got the guy, he got the girl and I got an easy lay” Bryce smiled as he stood up and left. 

“YOU RAPED ME” Y/N yelled as Bryce left Monets and Monty ran to you. 

 “Baby what did he say?” Monty asked wiping away your tears. 

“You walked in when he raped me and you did NOTHING!!!!!!!” Y/N yelled as she pushed monty away running out of Monets. 

“Y/N!! BAAAABE! HOLD UP!” monty yelled running after Y/N. 

“NO! FUCK OFF MONTY!” Y/N screamed tears pouring down her cheeks. 

Monty walked away, angry and heartbroken at what his girlfriend told him. He got to Monets,where his car was parked, and got in and drove towards Bryces house. 

He got to Bryces and went straight for the guest house.

“YOU FUCKING SON OF BITCH” Monty yelled punching Bryce in the face. 

“What the fuck De La Cruz??” Bryce asked, pissed off.

“You raped my girlfriend!” monty replied. 

“She wasn't your girlfriend then and she wanted it! She was moaning my name the whole time” Bryce shot back pushing Monty.

 “NO!!! YOU RAPED Y/N!!!!” Monty yelled again, grabbing Bryce by the collar of his shirt.

“Your bitch wanted it! And if it weren't for that night you two wouldn't be together! So shut the fuck up before i beat you like you dad does” Bryce spat at Monty. 

In that moment Monty’s mind went black with anger and he jumped on Bryce and started punching him over and over again. Kenneth, Taylor, Marcus and Luke all tried to pull Monty off Bryce to no avail. 

“Monty! Stop!” Scott said as he pulled Monty up from the back of his shirt. 

“FUCK OFF” Monty yelled pushing scott, who stood his ground and grabbed monty wrists. 

“CALM THE FUCK DOWN” scott yelled at Monty, as he pulled him out the guest house, to his car. 

“He fucking raped Y/N” Monty told Scott.

“And you fucked him up. Youll be lucky if he doesnt fucking die dude” scott replied. 

“Good, he deserves it!” Monty said, getting into the passenger seat of his jeep. 

“Y/N’s parents are gone for the week, that's where we're going” Scott said as he got into the driver side and drove off. 

“Y/N open up it's me Scott” Scott said knocking and Y/N’s door. 

“Oh my god you are an impatient neighbor!” Y/N said as she opened the door. 

“OH MY GOD MONTY!!!” she yelled as she saw Monty's black eye and bloody nose. 

“You should see Bryce, he looks worse” Monty smiled. 

“Ya pretty sure he almost killed him” Scott replied. 

“You went after your best friend?” Y/N asked, leading Monty to the bathroom. 

“Of course I went after him! He hurt the love of my life, and lied to me about it. He’s lucky I didn't kill him.” Monty smiled. 

Y/N wiped the blood of his face and hands. 

“I love you Montgomery” Y/N said, bandaging his hands.

“I love you too Y/N” Monty replied kissing the top of Y/Ns head. 

“Hey you two im gonna head home i'll see you tomorrow.” Scott said, leaving and heading next door. 

“Let's go cuddle and watch a movie” Monty said wrapping his arm around Y/N’s shoulders 

Y/N and Monty ordered a pizza and cuddled for three movies in her bed. 

“Y/N…” Monty said moving some hair out of Y/N’s eyes. 

“Ya?” Y/N replied butterflies in her stomach. 

“I really love you.” Monty said looking into Y/N’s eyes.

“Monty, i can't have sex, i don't know when ill be able to but I'm not comfortable with it right now. After finding out about Bryce, I don't know, i feel different” Y/N said tears building up in her. 

“ Hey baby girl, it's ok, I'm here for you no matter what and it doesn't matter how long it takes, I'll wait for you to be ready. I love you and I'm not going anywhere.” Monty replied wiping away Y/Ns tears and bringing her into a hug. 

[kuroos-babie]

Falling in Love with a Single Mom

Iwaizumi x fem!Reader | Bokuto x fem!Reader | Ushijima x fem!Reader

[ Headcanons/MiniFic ]

Request: Can I please req headcanons for Iwaizumi, Bokuto, and Ushijima falling for a single mom? — anonymous

a/n: this one’s looong but i really enjoyed writing it pLS GIVE ME MORE like anything concerning babies id love that please thank u :’] I HOPE Y’ALL WOULD LIKE THIS ONE :D i’d love to make these a full blown fic if any of yall want that hehe

❀ aside from the hushed chattering of students waiting for the professor to arrive, the college lecture hall was fairly quiet

❀ that was until the high-pitched cries of a baby ripped through the room

“hey pipe it down!”

“who would even bring a baby to a lecture anyway?”

“can’t you just bring it outside jeez you’re interfering the class”

“class hasn’t even started yet”

❀ iwaizumi was the last one to speak, your classmates’ snarky comments annoying him more than the baby’s crying

❀ he saw you walk out the hall, pushing the stroller with your head low, muttering apologies

❀ letting out a sigh, iwa stood up with the intention of following you outside, but not before he shoots your classmates a threatening glare

❀ he finds you not too far from from the lecture hall, bouncing your 5-month old daughter on your hip as her wailing turned to quiet sobs while she laid her head on your chest

“there there, were you just sleepy?”, iwa doesn’t miss the soft but tired smile gracing your face

“uhh do you need some help with that?”, you jumped at his voice, startled

“oh no, we’re fine! thank you though...uhh..?”

“iwaizumi, i’m iwaizumi hajime, i believe we haven’t met before” he extends his hand for you to shake which you curtly did

“y/n! yeah i believe we haven’t”

❀ since that encounter, iwa would always sit beside you in class and glare at anyone who so much as attempts to make any unnecessary comments

❀ he’d often offer to look after your baby while you took class notes for the both of you

❀ it didn’t take long for iwa to grow fond of your blubbering baby and, of course, you

❀ he noticed how hard you worked; juggling classes, part-time jobs and taking care of your daughter and he admired you for it, so much so that he spent almost every weekend over at your place, insisting on helping you take care of your daughter

“y/n, i don’t want to seem rude but if it’s alright to ask, where’s her dad?”, he’d ask while holding your child, who was curiously pinching and smooshing at his face, as you prepared lunch

it was a question that’s been bugging him for so long, noticing that there was no sign of any other person in your small apartment except for you and your baby

“oh,” you started with a small laugh, “he left when i told him i was pregnant”

the amount of restrain it took iwaizumi to not curse in front of the baby is unthinkable but the bittersweet way you smiled dissipated his anger and he was filled with something he couldn’t quite comprehend

“it’s alright though! we’ve managed to get this far”, there was a wistful pause before you continued, “i’d love it if she grew up with a dad though.”

“then let me” with a voice so steady, unwavering, and as dependable as he was these past few months he continued, “i’ll take care of you.”

he didn’t even let your tears fall as he pulled you in his embrace together with your child, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, 

and for the first time in so long, you’re comforted with the feeling that everything will be fine —and you believed that it will be, as long as he was there

❀ it was just another run to the grocery store with akaashi, him picking out everything on the list while bokuto sluggishly pushed the cart through the aisles

“akaashi what’s taking you so looooong? i want to go hooooome”

“bokuto-san we wouldn’t be spending so much time here if you regularly shopped instead of calling me for help when you’ve eaten the last bit of food in your house and you have nothing else to eat anymore.”

��� the tall owl-like man deflated more, if that was even possible, as he followed akaashi around

❀ skimming through the snack aisle, he noticed something was tugging on his shirt, but when he looked down..

“daddy?”

AJDKDAFJHKSD DO I LOOK LIKE--

“uhhh akaashi???”

❀ the toddler clutched at the hem of bokuto’s shirt, tear-stained cheeks puffing out as he pouted

❀ bokuto picked the child up and held him in his arms with a bright smile

“what’s wrong buddy? are you lost? should we help you find mommy?”

“we should probably leave him at the security desk, bokuto-san”

“are you my daddy?”, the toddler asked again, teary eyed, ignoring akaashi’s words

“well do you want me to be your daddy?”, he grinned and the child nodded gleefully 

“bokuto-san, no”

he turned to his junior, tears welling up his eyes, “akaashi, i’m a father!!”

“bOKuTO-sAN” 

❀ the tragedy of akaashi keiji

❀ the rest of grocery shopping went by with bokuto picking out stuff for his “son”

❀ it was all fun and games right before you spotted them

“uhm, excuse me but i think that’s my son”

“mommy!” the child’s eyes lit up as he turned to you

“hi baby, let’s go home you’ve troubled this man enough.”

“mommy i found daddy!!”, he said while hugging around bokuto’s head, earning a chuckle from him

you laughed lightly, turning to the two men, “sorry he has a knack for trying to find a dad during grocery runs”

bokuto and akaashi gave each other a look before the latter spoke, “it’s alright you must’ve been worried, bokuto-san please give back her son”

“but akaashi--”

“give him back :)”

bokuto hesitantly placed your son in your arms, the both of them have matching pouts

your son nuzzled against your shoulder, stifling down his sobs and quietly whispered, “but i really wanted him to be my dad”

“maybe we can meet up some other time again so you and bokuto-san can play?”, you eyed the man pleadingly which earned you a giddy nod from both your child and him

❀ that was how you and bokuto started seeing each other regularly

❀ he’d visit your house every weekend, come with you to pick up your son from kindergarten, take you both out for dinner and even stayed over on some occasions 

❀ your son loves him so much and always calls him “dad/daddy”

❀ bokuto calls him “buddy/kid”

❀ your son would often tease bokuto when he catches him stealing glances at you while you walked around the house, getting chores done

“you like mommy don’t you?”, he’d snicker

“i-- whAT? kid where do you get those ideas from?”

you peered through the doorway of you son’s playroom, “baby do you want some snacks?”

“yes please!” the both of them answered at the same time, bokuto turning beet-red while you just stifle down a laugh and went to prepare their snacks

when bokuto was sure that you were out of earshot, he whispered to your son, “kid do you still want me to be your daddy?”

“yes! yes!! YES!!!”, the little boy bounced on his heels happily 

“okay good because i think i want to marry your mommy”

“wakatoshi-kun isn’t that y/n-san?”

❀ ushijima grunted as he had his eyes fixed on your form from across the room

❀ it was your high school reunion and even though you both haven’t met in a while, the former volleyball team captain still felt his spine tingling at the sight of you

❀ you’ve always been pretty, pretty enough to catch his eyes and fascinating enough personality-wise to keep his attention on you

❀ though he never spoke of these feelings throughout high school, it never really vanished even when you’re well on your adult years

❀ and seeing you right now, with the same pretty smile but seemingly tired eyes, he can’t help but yearn for you as he did when you were in high school

❀ while walking to the other end of the room to where you were, he thought of anything to try and hit up a conversation with you but he was pulled from his musings the moment you’re standing in front of him, a mere arms-length away

“y/n..”

“oh ushijima-san! long time no see, how hav--”

“mama!”, you were interrupted as your 5 year old child clung to your hips, “mama the scary man’s coming for me!”

“ᶦ ʷᵃˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ʰᵉˡˡᵒ“ :’/

“baby don’t be rude that’s just uncle goshiki, go on play with him” you urged your son with a gentle hand on his back

“no! his hair looks weird!!”

❀ rip tsutomu bb

❀ ushijima doesn’t know what to make out of the situation

❀ you have a child? does that mean you were married already? was he too late?

“i didn’t know you got married”

“huh? oh no! i didn’t..”, you were hoping he would get the hint but you remembered that it was ushijima wakatoshi in front of you, so you had to spell it out for him, “i got pregnant shortly after college, his dad left the moment i dropped the news though”

the laugh that came from you was humorless, and that didn’t go unnoticed by ushijima

“would it be alright if i took you out on a date, then?”

❀ with face flushed deep red, you bit the inside of your cheek and nodded, sheepishly squeaking out a quiet “yeah”

❀ you both agreed to meet the next weekend for lunch then take your son on a playhouse while you two catch up

❀ then came the weekend, everything was going well, except for one thing

❀ even at the playhouse, your son didn’t leave your side and instead opted for glaring at ushijima across the table in the parents’ waiting area

“baby it’s rude to glare at people, please go play with the other kids”

“what do you want to do with mama!”, he said pointedly at the mountain of a man 

“talk?”

“what do you want to talk about with her!” 

you couldn’t help but smile at your tiny little bodyguard acting so tough even with a man probably five times his size

“i wanted to know if she would consider marrying me”

at that, you whipped your head to look at the man across the table who was casually talking to your son, the prospect of marrying someone who you secretly pined for for all of high school sending a wave of hot blush on your face

“why?”, your son continued with the questions

“because i would like to marry her”

“why?”

“because i love her”

“since when??”

your face grew incredibly warmer every second that passed by but his answer dealt the finishing blow and you thought your heart would burst

“since all of high school”

[sweetchup]

A Helping Hand 4: Ghosts of Pasts // Day 1

Type: Shalnark x reader

Au?: Savior Au

Word Count: 2,800+

Warnings: Reminsing of last chapter, Injury, Meteor City mentioned

Author Note: Ah! I’m glad to be back writing this series sorry for the long wait. I split chapter 4 up into multiple parts so it’s going to be looooong.

Also, I’ve started a Taglist for all of my series to make it easier for people to find out when the next installation is. So if you want the be added just sent me an ask thats not anonymous and I’ll add you.

<—(Pt.3) / (Pt.4.2)—>

A Helping Hand Masterlist

It was the eve of December 18th, when snow finally fell throughout the Republic of Padokea. However, there was no celebration or cheer by the citizens as all of the festive winter holidays had already passed by then. With most just deciding to bunker in for a quiet night at home. Even at the Hospital near the bloodthirsty Heaven’s Arena it was rather quiet, almost dull in a way.

Though, one specific doctor, Doctor (y/n) of the intensive care unit, had little to complain about the lack of patients and activity. It was rather refreshing actually, mostly due to the fact it was your last night on the job before you went on your week long holiday break, a break you had planned out with your supervisor months ahead of time.

Months before you had met a specific man. Much more specifically, a specific patient named Shalnark Ryuseih. A member of the infamous Phantom troupe who you had saved from his demise at the Heaven’s Arena.

…. As well as someone you might have developed a really really big crush on during your time taking care of him. But, that’s a story for another day and something you shouldn’t be worrying about right now. Especially since you still have plenty of time left on the clock before you go home.

As the seconds click a way, you find yourself letting out a groan. It was no use. You couldn’t get him out of your mind.

You just wished that it was the usual thoughts of Shalnark that festered in your mind during work. The ones that were caused from something as simple as him holding you in his arms tighter than usual while he slept one night or perhaps a teasing comment he shot at you while passing in the hall.

But that sadly wasn’t the case.

For the last couple of weeks, Shalnark had been acting…… weird.

Well he technically always acted weird—a man who actually enjoyed indulging in birthday cake flavored ice cream could not be considered normal in your book— but this time, he was actually acting quite strange.

Sometimes, when doing check ups or just visiting his room you could hear him sigh. It was quite unnoticeable at first, you had just thought he was frustrated with some new tech thing he got into, but as December went on the sigh only got heavier and more frequent. This was also when some of Shalnark’s other actions started to be strange as well, something as simple as,“What are you doing for the Holidays?” Or, actually now that you think about it, anything that was remotely related to the holidays would have the corner of his lips drop slightly. Something very strange for him, for he hardly faltered that smile of his.

And it wasn’t as if you weren’t trying to find out what was wrong. You had asked him plenty of times about his new habits. Though, in a Shalnark fashioned way, he would just brush you off with a grin and be confused as to what you were talking about.

So, if Shalnark isn’t going to tell you himself what was wrong. You were just going to have to take it upon yourself to make him feel better. Emotional health is just as important as physical health in your book.

“For the last time (y/n), I hope you know what you are getting yourself into.” Mal reminds you for the 15th time since you entered her office space.

“Yes, yes. I understand, don't worry about it.” You reassure the older woman as you continue to fill in the blanks to finish up the paperwork. All the while attempting to ignore her as she nags your ear off. “Okay I’m done. Thanks by the way Mal, I really owe you one”

As Mal takes the paperwork from your hands, she gives you one last warning of caution,

“I know Shalnark is under your care and all, and you have gotten pretty close to him during his stay…. but don’t you think having him leave with you for vacation is a little much? It’s legal, for some odd reason, but you should be careful. Not only is he a grown man that could try anything while you are alone with him but if any of the higher ups hear about this, you could get in a lot of trouble.”

“True, but I doubt that,” You hum out as you fumble with grabbing your winter coat off the rack, “The higher ups don’t exactly care much about paperwork unless one of the secretaries, like yourself, reports something. So unless you choose to report me, I don’t have much to worry about.”

“Fine. Just…. be careful. I swear you have been getting more and more reckless the more you spend with that man.”

“I will. Don’t worry, Mal. See you in a week!!”

“Okay, see you in a week.” Mal responds back, her wave goodbye immediately faltering as you close the door. Taking a deep breath to calm down the uneasy feeling in her gut, She just hoped you knew what you were doing.

Once Mal sends you off, you make your way in the direction of Shalnark’s room. You are excited to tell him about your little surprise but also quite scared because you did not exactly ask him… permission…. to sign him out.

“Come in.” Shalnark's voice rings out from behind the door as you knock. Coming into the room, you see that, as per normal, Shalnark was clicking away at his laptop. He seemed busy with something since even when you took the seat at his bedside he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the screen.

After a couple more minutes of listening to the clicking of keys, Shalnark finally closes his laptop and turns his attention to you.

“Hello (y/n)! What brings you in here today?” He asks, resting his chin on one of his hands as he observes you. As Shalnark scans you up and down you can’t help but notice the mischievous look in those blue eyes of his. You kind of wondered what he was thinking, or possibly planning, but then again— knowing Shalnark —you didn’t want to know what was running through that brain of his.

“Can’t I just visit you?”

“I guess you could.” Shalnark comments halfheartedly as if you don’t already visit him for fun on the daily already, “I’m just surprised you haven’t gone home for your vacation. It’s your last shift tonight, right?”

Shalnark might have asked the last part as a question, but you already knew— from tons of experience with dealing with him —that he already formed his own answer in his head.

“Missed me that much huh?...” Shalnark whispers out, his eyes seeming to sparkle under the light as he leans back against the headboard of his bed.

“S-shut up.” You grumble out. Swiftly putting the paperwork in your hand up to your face as you could already feel your cheeks begin to flare up from flusteration. You swore this man had no sense of fear or dignity.

“Hmm?” You feel Shalnark grab at the paperwork wrinkled in your hand; recognizing his photo ID on the cover. “What’s this?”

“Paperwork.”

“What type of Paperwork?” Shalnark presses forward, already taking it from your hand to examine it. No matter how close you two have gotten during his stay, he has always been extremely thorough about looking at what you put down on his paperwork. Must be something he picked up while being in the troupe you guessed.

Suddenly, you see Shalnark’s gaze pause on a section of the paperwork. His body unintentionally freezing up in surprise as he rereads it again. However, instead of instantly asking or explaining his confusion, your eyes are trained to his lips, ever so slightly parted due to confusion.

Unconsciously, you run your fingers over your neck. Your mind flashing back to what happened when Shalnark was under the effect of the aphrodisiac drug. The tingly feeling of his lips raking up and down your neck. Kissing, sucking and biting at any possible skin he could—

“(Y/n), What is this?” He mumbles out, his eyes still trained to the paperwork.

“U-uh Well…” You pause for a second as you try to calm yourself down from your thoughts, thinking about what you should exactly say, “Recently, I’ve noticed you being quite down. Kind of depressed or miserable in a way—”

“Huh? I haven’t been depressed.” Shalnark exclaims, snapping out of the trance he was in as well as cutting off what you were saying.

“Let me finish idiot.” You grumble at Shalnark, flicking his forehead in anger. “Also even if you aren’t depressed—“

“Which I’m not.”

“...Do you want to get punched this time?” You threatened, watching as Shalnark suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Memories flashing in his head of Lara pissing you off and facing your unwavering wrath. After one last glare, you continued what you were explaining, “As I was saying, Even if you aren’t depressed, it would be good for you to get out of the hospital. Hence why I decided to sign you out for my vacation week.”

It’s silent in the room as Shalnark just stares at you; an unreadable expression on his face. However, before you can figure out what expression it was, he quickly snaps out of it.

“Oh nice. That’s actually awesome.” Shalnark announces out, letting out a small giggle. “Just one question though… Is this even legal?”

“In a way…” You squeak out, watching as Shalnark looks at you with a knowing smile. Clearly understanding that you were pressing the line of legality and a possible felony in this situation.

“Well,” You watch as Shalnark shuffles out of bed; Planting his feet in front of yours before sending you a subtle wink, “Let’s get out of here before we get caught, okay?”

—.—.—.—.—.—

“So,” Shalnark starts, looking at the small white townhouse in front of him, “This is your house?”

“Um. Yeah?” You answer questioningly as you fiddle with your keys, “What about it?”

“Oh nothing.” You watch as Shalnark squats down in front of the garden gnome next to your tomato plant. Seeming to take in the plethora of plants covering your front patio. “It’s cute. I like it.”

“Thanks.” You mumble out bashfully as you unlock the front door, “I only rent the bottom floor of this place so it's quite small. But it's home.”

Before you enter, You offer a hand to help Shalnark up (He still has quite the injury in his legs after all) and watch as he walks inside your house; a limp still ever present as he walks. You just hope that he doesn’t push himself too far while with you. He might be a nen user but—

“Oh wow!” Shalnark’s voice calls out from inside the house, breaking your train of thoughts as you shut and lock the door. Confused yet curious at what he found interesting in your house, you slipped off your shoes—taking a small mental note that you should tell Shalnark to take off his as he forgot to— and walked over to his location. As you round the corner of the hall and gaze into your living room, you can’t help but let out a huff of a laugh. You can’t believe you totally forgot about Chloe.

There she stood, your 8 year old Sphynx cat that a college roommate had given you years ago, curled up in a fluffy blanket on top of her cat tree. Shalnark stood in front of the tree, looking up at the cat with an amused look as it glared down at him.

“Chloe.” You call out to your cat as you make your way next to Shalnark, “Come here baby.”

As you lift the cat off the tower, still wrapped in a blanket, and cradle her in your arms, you feel your breath hitch for a second. You turn your head as you feel a sudden pressure on your back and see Shalnark leaning over your shoulder. You stood there frozen and flustered, unable to move or look away from his face, from how close he was to you. However, Shalnark doesn’t notice how flustered you are; his attention focused on the cat in your arms. Eventually, he brings his hand down to pet her. Watching curiously as she sniffs his hand for a second before allowing him to touch her.

“They truly don’t have any fur…” Shalnark muses out as he rubs at Chloe’s ears, causing you to smile as you feel the rumbling of her purrs against your chest. “Hey (y/n)... did you know these guys are actually from Meteor city?”

“Wait… Really?” You shout out surprised, finally snapping out of the trance you were in.

“Yep!” Shalnark states rather proudly, “They were caused by accidental breeding by abandoned cats in the junkyards. …Though, the ones from Meteor city are quite rabid and terrifying so you can’t pet them like this. They would surely kill you.”

Startled, you give Shalnark a confused look, “No way…You're joking…”

“Nope.” He responds, popping the ‘p’ at the end as he walks away from you two and takes a seat on the couch. Your back suddenly feeling quite cold now that he was no longer next to you. “Even our toughest members like Phinks and Feitan were scared of those things.”

“Oh wow…“ You mumble out in amazement, placing Chloe back at the top level of the cat tree before taking a seat next to Shalnark. “...Meteor City sure sounds scary.”

“Eh, in a way.” Shalnark sighs out, stretching his back before suddenly resting his head on your lap. Startled at the act of affection, you freeze and stare down at him. Your mouth agape in shock. What… What was he doing?

“Oh.” Shalnark murmurs out as he takes note of your expression, already beginning to sit up, “Sorry, I stepped over a line didn’t I—”

“Ah! No!” You shout out, startling the both of you at how loud you were, “I mean… uh. I don’t mind, it just surprised me that’s all.”

“Oh. Okay?” Shalnark says, raising an eyebrow at you. As he sees your still worried expression looking down at him as he lays back down, he decides to flick at your forehead, surprising you. You two stare at each other for a couple of seconds before breaking out into light laughter at your stupid expression.

“W-what was that huh?”

As your laughter eventually stops, leaving you two in a comfortable silence, you stare down at Shalnark; his arms lazily crossed above his head with his eyes shut.

“You know…” You start, a stifle of a giggle sneaking up as a funny thought crosses your mind, “...You remind me of a cat right now.”

“Oh really?” Shalnark huffs out amused, popping one of his eyes open to gaze up at you.

“Yeah. All elongated on the couch, looking like you're about to fall fast asleep… Just like a little kitty cat.” You cooed out at him, taking two strands on the opposite sides of his head to form cat ears.

Shalnark sputters out a laugh before sending you a wink, “Go on. Give me a pet, Doc.”

You feel yourself freeze up as everything that has happened in these last couple of minutes hits you like a truck. Shit… You're his doctor, you idiot. This was what Mal was talking about about you getting too close with him. You have feeling for him but you can’t—

“Hey (y/n). You know…” Shalnark murmurs out, snapping you out of your thought, “One day…, I would like to take you to Meteor City.”

“R-really?” You answered, confused as where this was suddenly coming from.

“Yeah…” You watch as Shalnark eyes shift up towards the ceiling. His eyes unfocused and expression dazed as if he was off in a distant memory, “Not right now… But, In the spring…”

A smile slowly edges its way onto his face.

“Yeah… The spring,” He murmurs out again, sort of to himself, before looking at you, “You wouldn’t believe what it is like in Meteor City at the start of spring, (Y/n)... After a long hard rainy winter, seeds from rotten food, or hidden in garbage, come blooming out. It hardly lasts a month but… It’s gorgeous….”

As he stares up at you with those dazzling blue eyes of his, you can’t help but finally allow your hand to rest in his blonde locks. Wanting to understand more about that far off memory he had.

“I-I…” You murmur out, pausing as a small smile comes upon your face, “I can’t wait… Shal. Do… Do you think you could tell me more about your home while I wait?”

Just…

Just one more time, you’ll let your affections slide.

Allowing yourself to blur the lines of professionalism and wanting more.

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[if-music-be-the-food-of-love]

hi hi, sorry this is so random, but i was wondering how you get motivated to write for your fics? i adore writing and i adore my fic, but i find it so hard to just sit and write sometimes. any advice?? 💗

Heyyy!! 💕💕💕 Don't worry! I am honored that you asked me this question, tho i feel ill qualified to answer it. I'm new to writing fics, and I can only imagine what I do isn't the standard. (I will admit I do have professional knowledge about writing, just not a lot of experience in fic, so I'll lean on that). I tend to operate between two extremes that seem to get the job done--a deep seated sense of responsibility to finish what I started and not let others down (not to mention I spent too much time in academia with hard deadlines and long ass papers) and the absolute need to put the idea/story that won't get out of my head on paper. When it's the latter, things flow easily, and writing feels fun, like I'm just the vehicle and the characters are steering. I felt driven to write I Want it All. I HAD to get it out, but once the slow burn was over, I knew I could slow down the pace (and I took a looooong break). When it's the former, I struggle, often frustrated bc I don't particularly want to write a scene or don't feel like it, but I know I have to. When that happens, there's a lot of distraction, like I'll write a sentence and check tumblr, then write another and then look at my phone, etc. On those days, I just accept that I'm going to get less done. Some days the words flow, and some days they don't. It happens to everyone.

Strategies I've used:

If I don't feel like writing, I don't. Usually. I'll take a day, a week, or even a month off. OR, I'll work on a different story to clear my head and then come back to the longer one. So maybe you could try writing a short oneshot or a few headcanons before trying again.

Make sure you go into your story with a plan. Have a good outline, know the peak moments, the main events, how you're going to break it down, povs, transitions, etc; but don't be afraid to let the story lead you. If your dialogue veers off course, let it, and see where it goes. It could be something amazing. Follow your instincts.

When I'm really stumped, sometimes I'll just write dialogue bc it's my favorite thing and it comes to me first. Maybe for you it's descriptive paragraphs or inner monologue, it doesn't matter. If there's something that comes to you easier than other things, just do that. You can fill in the holes later. I have chunks of random dialogue all over my doc, and eventually I catch up to them.

In the same vein, don't be afraid to write something terrible, a bad sentence, an incomplete thought, end in the middle of a sentence and just move on. I vomit words on the paper and then go back to fix them later. It's a lot easier to edit and embellish than it is to find the perfect sentence in a given moment. (This was a main strategy of mine in uni...vomit and edit).

I jump around A LOT, like I don't write linearly at all. If you have inspiration to write a section you're not currently working on, go ahead and write it. Write that descriptive paragraph near the end; skip to that dialogue that's going to make you giggle; write that text thread. Follow your inspiration. It's a lot easier to write when you're interested and having fun.

Editing--I edit as I go, rereading what I wrote the day before, tweaking it, and then moving on. For some people that becomes a cycle of never moving on bc you get stuck in "find the perfect sentence" mode. If you get bogged down in editing, wait til the end. Write out the story, maybe even a skeleton story, wait a few days to give yourself some space, and then go back and edit it with a clear head. Separating yourself from the story will allow you to look at it with fresh eyes and thoughts, which can help if you're in a slump.

Write by hand. Sometimes we think better with a pencil. Don't be afraid to write notes or even just write out your fic in a notebook. Transferring it to the computer will actually be a good round of editing bc you're going to fix it/get inspired as you type it up. This one really helped me in my masters. I couldn't think in front of the computer (honestly just didn't want to write...).

Strategies I haven't used but know about:

Create a space that makes you feel comfortable, creative, etc. Set the ambiance to get your head in the right place to write. It can be really helpful. (I don't do this; I just write whenever I can, wherever I am--have done so in some weird places). Same with music/no music. Some ppl work best with a mood/vibes playlist while they write. Others want silence. I blast film scores. For some people it really matters. My high school friend is a YA author, and she has to create a "work" environment and set work hours so that she can get her head in the write place. She has to very clearly delineate when she's working/writing and when she's not.

Writing Sprints or timed writes. Set a timer and write as much as you can in a given (short) period of time. Take a break. Do it again. Repeat as long as you want. You can count words and make it a game, or go back and edit afterwards. Maybe you won't use all of what you wrote, but you might get some good stuff out of it.

Set yourself short term goals when you sit down to write, nothing big. "I'm going to write this scene or this paragraph or one page, etc." Break your writing up into chunks and tackle them one at a time. It can seem less daunting if you're only aiming to write this one thing.

There are so many more, I'm sure, but it's getting late; and my brain isn't working anymore.

The main thing is HAVE FUN!!! I'm so glad you love your fic and writing. 💗 That's the most important thing. We're doing this for fun, and these stories are a piece of us, our hearts on display. Whether you write 1k words, 50 words, or no words in a day doesn't matter as long as you're enjoying it. Inspiration and motivation ebb and flow. Life happens. Your readers will understand and be that much more excited when you do update.

My best advice: Let it flow. Follow the path of least resistance. Write what feels right. Experiment and see what works best for you. Ideally it'll kickstart things. I hope something here helps you and that this made sense. I wish you all the best in your writing, and most importantly, have fun! I'm rooting for you! 💕💕

[thewalkingdead-imagines]

Hey, just being curious. What is your fav chapter from the Negan series? I love all of them obviously but I’m curious which one is your favorite to either read or which one was your fav to write?

Okay it’s been days since you’ve sent this message and I’m so sorry it took so long but there’s a reason it took so long…it’s a fucking hard question tbh. I’ve been asking it myself every once in a while / thought about it and kinda always had a hard time finding an answer.

So honestly…I’m not sure whether I have a specific favorite chapter to read and/or write. There definitely are chapters that I personally enjoy reading / writing (I’ll talk about that later) more than others but there’s not this one chapter that is my favorite. I kinda feel like I have rather favorite moments than a favorite chapter, e.g scenes that I’ve been excited to write either for a long time or maybe got super excited about it after I’ve seen an episode and start planning the outline.

I’d say some of those scenes are definitely the shower scene and their “true” first time in “Worth part 1”. Those scenes were such a huge milestone, I’d been thinking about the right moment to let them take that step for a looooong time so when I finally got to do it it was super exciting. I loved writing them and I love looking back at those scenes and read them. I’d say that chapter belongs to my faves. I also love Big Scary U one and two, especially the scenes of Negan’s confession, the moment she gets up to them into the trailer and Negan explaining his past to her I.e. being vulnerable as fuck and them sleeping cuddled up with one another after, which also serves as some kind of milestone. If we skip to some newer chapters, writing the part where Negan gets to spend his first break at the house was awesome (writing him in this cell for a long time was kinda tricky, since you only have that one “playground” so it’s even nicer to get something else after). I’d say this also counts for the “snow” episode at the end of season 9, and the last scenes with Daryl, as well as her giving Negan the wedding ring that she found earlier.  I also loved writing them reuniting in the woods shortly before Negan kills Alpha. I’d been waiting for chapters to be able to reunite them (which in real life was due to the midseason break several months) so being able to write that was really exciting and I still love reading it! Even though I had a massive writer’s block at the time, the chapters that I wrote for the time in between season 10 and 11 were still also super fun to write, I had so many chances to write moments between the two of all kind (e.g. “future days” and “ups and downs”). Same thing counts for “Diverged” too, that one allowed me to fill the fic with tons of moments that I’ve always wanted to write for them but never had the chance to since it never fit into the plot flow (up until then). Generally writing moments between them together is something that I’m always excited for and prefer to reread (that’s probably not a real surprise tho). The mentions above are only examples, there are definitely more that I like just as much (and if you like, i can list them too but this post is probably already longer than you expected, so I’m gonna limit it to those for now).  While I obviously prefer to write happy scenes between them, if I’d have to choose some angsty scenes that I like, I’d go for the ones that are angsty but still show how much they care for each other. So the scenes e.g. after the shit happened after their “real” first kiss, the fight around the whole “Caleb” thing or (even though it broke my fucking heart to write those) the ones around Rick’s last episodes in which Negan’s pretty much at the end of his tether.  While we’re at it, writing out of his perspective here and there is also super fun, I kept myself from doing it for a long time since I was kinda scared to fuck it up, but by now I’m comfortable with it and love doing it too when it fits to the episode, situation etc. I do like smut (who am I kidding, I love reading it just as much as y’all do probably), but writing it honestly tends to stress me out a bit because I’m constantly asking myself whether what I write there sounds good and natural or if my descriptions are cringey, but that’s a different story lmao. I really hope that I get better at it though, or that it will just become easier to write for me, since I really like to include it in the story / the chapters. 

Okay, holy fuck this got long and I don’t even know whether I really answered your question. I guess the short summary of this is, I have chapters that I prefer over others (especially those that let me do a lot with those two together) but it’s rather scenes of all kinds of chapters that stand out to me as extra fun to read and write. I hope that makes sense! And if (as mentioned) you or anybody else would like to hear more about chapters or scenes that I like, or you have a specific question about a certain chapter/ scene, just go ahead and ask, these type of questions get me all excited and I love to answer them. 

So thank you for asking and your support of the series, it really means a lot!

[wendimydarling]

Hey! I’ve just found your blog especially your sex tips and I’m loving it!!! Now I’d say I’m decent in bed, I’m no pornstar but I’m okay - but one thing I do struggle with sometimes is where do I put my hands??? Especially if it’s rough sex and I’m not pinned down. I don’t like to keep my arms down next to me as I’m scared I’ll look like I’m not into it 😬 any suggestions as to what to do with hands would be great! Thank you!

OKAY. I’ve been meaning to respond for awhile but like I said in the previous ask, life. 😅

So, you sound like me! I like to think I’m a fairly good fuck, though I only have the one man’s opinion. 😂😂😂 Hand placement for me all depends on the position, and the type of sex. For the sake of ease and length, I think I’m just gonna make a list of the positions that come to mind. Smut (technically) below the cut; here we goooooo!

Missionary:

Rough Sex - Hands above my head. I often pretend they’re tied, and it gives him access to whatever he wants to touch.

Making Love - My hands are on him. Wrapped around his neck, caressing his shoulders, splayed over his sides. Just touching him, it’s his biggest love language.

Doggie Style:

Rough Sex - Again, my arms are usually above my head, gripping those sheets cause that’s always nice to look at, but I will sometimes sneak one arm underneath me and play with his balls while he’s thrusting, that always seems to get a good response. You can also reach around you with one hand and spread your cheeks, that’s a good sight for him. 

Making Love - eh, it’s a little hard to make love in this position, though the variant of this I guess would be spooning and then I’m usually holding his hands or again, touch. 

Pile Driver:

Rough Sex - This one is a little tricky cause it depends on where he is. If he’s straight above me and we’re both level, then I’ll put my hands over my head or grip his biceps for support. If I’m hanging off the bed but he’s still on it, my hands go on the floor to keep from falling. If he’s standing at the edge of the bed and I’m lying on my back in front of him (FAVORITE. POSITION. EVER.), then I tuck my arms under the outside of my spread legs and grasp his wrists to keep myself close to his body as he pounds away. Sometimes I’ll grab his throat and just hold it, he likes that.

Making Love - When we make love this way, he’s always closer to me. So take the standing position again, instead of standing upright he’s dropped to his forearms and is hovering over me, and from their I’ll do the same things that I do in missionary.

Cowgirl/Reverse Cowgirl:

Rough Sex - Hand placement seems fairly obvious here, you can basically take it one of two ways with variations of each; hands forward or hands back. When forward, I place them on his chest, on either side of his head, one hand near his throat, etc. When back, I usually lean back far enough to grip his shins... arches my back nicely, gives him quite the view.

Making Love - Same as rough sex, the difference in this position is the grind. Reverse is basically the same for both, just switch your direction.

I’m certain that I’m skipping a few positions, but the basic gist is that if you’re not touching him, put them above your head to arch/expose your body for his pleasure. You can keep them by your sides just squirm a little; I don’t typically lie there like a statue unless I’m getting eaten out, but even then I whimper and squirm, and I do move my arms from one spot to another. 😅 If you’re worried that you’ll seem like you’re not into it then make noise. Moan, groan, whimper, tell him how good it feels. Simple comments like “Oh god”, “Right there”, “Don’t stop!” or “Harder baby, harder!” go a looooong way. 

I hope that helps, sorry it took so long to answer! 

[mcbenson25]

First Day Part 2

Request: *will you do a part two of this?*

Well, I don't see why not! Here you go!

Part 1 Part 2

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After a long day of interviewing and investigating you decided that you needed some rest. It was exhausting but your new partner had made it bearable. He had made you laugh and was ever so attentive to make sure you felt comfortable on your first day. Now you both we back at the station getting ready to go home.

"So how was your first day?" 

You smiled. "It was kinda intense"

He nodded. "You'll get used to it"

"I know"

As you were gathering your belongings you caught Sonny stealing a glance at you before looking back to his desk. You noticed that he was acting odd and seemed nervous all of a sudden. 

Right when you were about to confront him he nervously asked, "Do you want to go get food?"

He looked at you half expecting you to reject his offer but instead, you smiled.

"I would love to." 

His face burst into a huge smile as he gathered the remaining of his belongings.

"Great! I know this great Italian place that we can walk to."

Your feet had felt like they were going to fall off but there was something about Sonny that made the pain disappear.

"Okay sounds good! Let me just get the rest of my stuff."

There was a small voice in your mind that was hesitant about your sudden boldness. You usually didn't just go get food with someone you just met. 

But there was something about the man in front of you that made you feel safe and comfortable. 

Have gave you a signature charming smile as he offered his arm to walk you out.

You hooked your arm in his and as the two of you rode the elevator in silence you wondered how this man was still single.

Was he single????

He had no ring so he wasn't married but that didn't mean he was on the market.

Could it be possible you read into his intentions too much? Was he only being friendly to his new coworker?

These questions plagued your mind as he lead you outside where you felt a cold breeze hit your warm body causing you to shiver.

And of course Carisi noticed this and immediately took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

It was such a sweet gesture but your mind seemed to think otherwise.

It's just a friendly gesture.

But was it?

You discreetly glaced at him from the side. He had unhooked your arm from his but walked so close beside you that your shoulders touched. He seemed to be off in his own world as he walked next to you. You desperately wanted to know what was going on in his mind.

Was he thinking about dinner? About work? About you?

Don't be naïve he just met you this morning.

Well technically you had met way before in a previous case.

Ughhhhhhhh

Little did you know that similar thoughts invaded the thoughts of the man next to you.

As you both kept walking you noticed it had gotten dark. As you looked around you you processed that you both had walked for a looooong time.

"Hey Carisi...I'm pretty sure we passed the restaurant"

He looked at you in confusion at first as he tried to recollect his thoughts so he could progress what you had said.

You saw as his eyes went wide as he looked around him registering his surrounding and he realized that you both had passed the restaurant whiles ago.

"Oh doll I'm sorry! I guess I just got so deep in my thoughts I didn't even notice we passed it" he said frustrated with himself as he ran a hand back though his hair.

Doll. He had called you doll.

You realized right then with that one word that you need answers or you would go mad.

You turned to face him, "Carisi it's fine really. But I need to know what's going on with us"

He tilted his head to give you another look of confusion and he looked like such a cute dork you wanted to kiss.

You took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm going to be honest here. Ever since I saw you at the coffee shop this morning there is something that draws me to you. You have such a dorky smike and you're such a goof and when you asked me to dinner I got these vibes I guess that you liked me but I thought to myself there is no way way a hot man like that is single so I guess what I'm try-"

You were unexpectedly interrupted by soft lips on yours. You were surprised no doubt but it satisfied your need for him. He took his time kissing you, caressing you cheek and moving you closer to him.

It felt like being on a cloud. It felt so surreal.

When you pulled apart he looked into you eyes and pushed a loose hair behind your ear.

"I felt exactly the same when I met you. Not at the coffee shop but before on that case. I thought I would never see you again but I did and I knew I couldn't let you go again."

You beamed at him. His declaration made your heart swell and you realized you would never leave him.

As you leaned in for another kiss you whispered, "Do you know what my favorite part about by first day was?"

He chuckled lightly, "No I do not"

You smiled.

"You"

You felt his smile as he met your lips.

Okay y'all the votes are in and it looks like SVU gets the new fic! Watch for that and another Barba coming soon! Thanks for reading! As always drop those requests!

*sorry for the late post but I couldn't sleep and I knew if I didn't finish today it would not be good*

[solangelover]

12 Days of Gifts: Day 12

A/N: IT’S LATE SORRY but I hope you like it cuz it turned out just how I wanted :) and it’s looooong

Read on AO3 or FF.Net

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Nico got up early on Christmas morning. Today was the day. He actually had a planned gift for Will, not all these impromptu ones he and Will had been exchanging for the past week. Well, Will’s may have been planned, but Nico’s surely weren’t.

But he did plan his present for Christmas Day. Now that he thought about it, he briefly wondered if it was too much. After all, he’d been working out the details for months. But then he pictured the smile on Will’s face, and he knew it was the right decision.

—

“Will, get up!” Someone threw a pillow at the son of Apollo’s face, effectively jolting him out of his blissful sleep.

“Huh?” he asked as he sat up groggily.

“It’s CHRISTMAS!” Two of his youngest siblings jumped onto his bed and slammed him back into the mattress. He laughed and ruffled their hair, a pleased sensation washing over him. It was Christmas! His favorite holiday. And he had all his siblings around him, their random Christmas decorations about ready to fall off the walls and doorways.

It still felt like he was missing something, though.

Kayla trudged over to Will’s bed, picking up the youngest kid. “Get up and get dressed, dummy. Your surprise is waiting.”

Will looked up at her in question as he swung his legs over the side of his bed, the other kid crawling off to get ready. “My what?”

Austin popped up next to his sister. “You heard. Now get dressed and get out the door. We’ll take care of everything here.”

With one last confused glance, Will began getting ready for the day. He pulled on his favorite Christmas sweater—light blue with a melting snowman that said, “I’ll be back!”—and dark wash jeans. As he wrapped a scarf around his neck, Austin pulled him away from the closet and towards the door. “Okay, lover boy, that’s enough.”

“Wha—Austin!” Will sputtered. “It’s cold outside!”

“Not for long.” Nothing he said made any sense to Will. He was practically thrown out the door, sending him stumbling down the steps and straight into one Nico di Angelo.

“Nico!” Will turned red immediately, straightening up and trying to figure out what was going on.

“Geez, Solace, what are you doing?”

“I—I don’t know! My siblings just kicked me out, I think.” He frowned as he looked back at the now shut door to Cabin 7. “They said something about a surprise?”

He turned back to see Nico nervously fiddling with his skull ring. He stopped then, taking a deep breath and looking up at Will. “Um, I have a surprise for you. And, I really hope you like it...”

Before Will could even respond, Nico took his hand and, with a glance as his only warning, Will found himself pulled into darkness.

—

Shadow-travel was really weird. It felt like wind rushing past you as you run and tumbling through dark waters. It was also somehow nearly instantaneous. None of it made sense to Will. He found himself stumbling and nearly falling to the ground if not for Nico’s hands clamped around his arms. Will had to take deep breaths and instinctively latched onto Nico’s arms to steady himself.

“Sorry, you okay?” Nico asked.

“Yeah,” Will panted. “Just give me a sec.” Few more deep breaths. “Shadow travel?”

Nico nodded. “Yeah, I forgot that it’s kind of disorienting at first.”

Will had gathered himself enough to step back out of Nico’s grasp. “A little bit. Are you okay? Where are we?”

Nico smiled slightly. “I’m good. Compared to the Athena Parthenos, traveling with you is nothing.” He looked around, causing Will to do the same. “Um, surprise?”

Will could only gape as he took in his familiar surroundings. The wide road, neat houses, green trees, shining sun. Even in the winter, Austin, Texas still looked good, unlike the cold and dreary New York he had been accustomed to. The boys stood in the shade of a medium-sized, faded yellow house with Christmas lights strung around the windowsills. Purple and yellow flowers filled the bed of soil near them.

Will still hadn’t responded when they heard faint Christmas music coming from within the house. Will froze, but Nico grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the front of the house. He seemed very comfortable with the situation, which surprised Will a tiny bit. It was clear that the son of Hades had planned this, but Will still didn’t have enough time to process his thoughts before he was pulled up the front steps to the door. With only a second of hesitation, Nico knocked. They heard movement inside and a second later, the door swung open to reveal a beautiful blonde woman. Her hair was done up in a messy but stylish bun and she donned a soft Christmas sweater pulled down over faded jeans.

They stared at each other, and, again, Will was too stunned to speak. Luckily, she recovered before him. “Will?”

“Mom,” he choked out, and before he knew it, she had flung the screen door back and had him in a bear hug, which he immediately returned.

“Oh, honey. I’ve missed you so much,” she drawled, her Southern accent comforting Will to his core. He hadn’t heard it in so long.

“Missed you, too.” Will found himself rapidly blinking to keep his tears from falling, even though he could already feel his shirt dampening where his mom pressed her face into his shoulder. “Sorry I haven’t visited in a while—”

“Hush, none of that. I know you have important duties at camp.” She pulled back to look in her son’s face. “I’m a busy girl, too, you know.”

Will couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, I thought you were on tour?” No matter how long it’s been, Naomi Solace was still a talented alt-country singer with loyal fans. It’s not surprising that Apollo fell for her.

She glanced to Will’s left and Will suddenly remembered that Nico was right there, fiddling with his skull ring awkwardly. “Your friend here made sure I’d be home a couple months ago.”

Will turned to in amazement to Nico, who smiled shyly in response. “You… you planned this that long ago?”

Nico looked away and nodded. “I know you haven’t been home in a long time, and you love Christmas, so…” he trailed off.

Will shook his head in wonder. The next thing he knew, his arms were thrown around the smaller boy’s shoulders, his face buried in his hair. He couldn’t believe how incredibly thoughtful Nico was. “Nico, I… thank you. So much.” Small but strong arms wrapped around his torso and squeezed in response before letting go. Will probably could have stayed there forever, but Nico probably felt awkward with his mom standing right there.

Will looked back to his mom expectantly and found she had been watching them fondly. He cocked his eyebrow as the silence stretched on. “Oh!” she suddenly moved. “Come in, come in! It’s not as cold as New York, I’m sure, but I’m absolutely freezing! I’ve got some food in the oven, but I can make some hot cocoa for you boys as we wait…” Naomi rambled on, her Southern hospitality kicking in full force.

Will followed her into the house, pausing to grip Nico’s wrist and pull him along when he hesitated in the doorway. “Let’s go, Death Boy. Don’t you dare think about disappearing on me when you planned this whole thing.”

Nico huffed out a breath. “Well, I don’t—”

“You’re not intruding,” Will interrupted. “My mom probably made way too much food anyway.” He smiled when he felt Nico relax a little in his grip, shifting to squeeze his hand for reassurance.

—

After their brunch, Naomi was chatting happily with Nico, who nodded along and answered her random questions as best he could.

“Hey, Nico?” The boy looked up in question. “Do you have your prism? I should check in on my siblings at camp.”

Nico felt his pockets and pulled out the small prism Will had given him last week. “I’m sure they’re fine.”

“You don’t know my siblings,” Will laughed as he politely excused himself from the table.

He went out into the backyard, holding up the prism to catch some of the sunlight that peeked between the clouds. Shining the light on the wall of his house, he dug out a drachma from his pocket and threw it in. “Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering and show me Kayla Knowles at camp.”

The light shimmered to show Kayla trying to wrangle her younger siblings in their cabin. A few new toys, and some weapons, could be seen in their little hands. “Kayla?”

She whipped around, relieved at the sight of her older brother even if he wasn’t physically there. “Will! How’s home?”

“It’s great,” he said with a soft smile. “Thanks for doing this, Kayla.”

“Oh, it wasn’t me,” she shook her head. “It was all Nico’s idea. We just had to make sure you were okay to leave.” A pillow flew across the room behind her; she just sighed.

“Still, thanks. I really missed my mom.”

Kayla’s eyes softened. “I know. That’s why we all agreed to do this.”

A beat of silence, and then Will remembered why he really called. “Oh, wait! So, what about tonight? Did Nico plan this before I planned my thing?? Has anyone come yet???”

“Will, calm down. Honestly, we’re lucky both you and Nico coordinated things with us. I told him that you guys should be back for dinner. Austin is manning the infirmary and we told people to meet him there.”

Will sagged in relief. He really had the best siblings. “What would I do without you?”

Kayla rolled her eyes. “You’d never get your man, that’s for sure.”

“Kayla!” he screeched, his cheeks heating up instantly.

“Just enjoy yourself, Will. It’ll be fine.” She smirked and waved her hand through the message. Will sighed, sending up a quick prayer of thanks to Apollo for his family, and went back inside.

—

It was around 4 PM when Nico said something.

“Um, I promised your siblings that you’d be back before dinnertime,” he said to Will. He looked uncertain, and probably uncomfortable with pulling Will away from time with his mom.

“Oh, of course, darlin’! You’ve got other family to be with on Christmas.” Will remembered his mother’s reluctance when she first let him stay at camp year-round. To see her so willing to let him go meant she truly understood the importance of his role at camp with his younger siblings. “Even if you’re still my baby, I hope you’re taking care of all your brothers and sisters.”

Will stood and hugged his mom. “Yeah, I am.”

After they broke apart, she turned towards Nico, who bowed slightly. “Thank you for having me, Mrs. Solace.”

“Oh, sweetie, we hug ‘round here.” She pulled him in and kissed his head. It was so quick, Nico didn’t even have time to hug back before she held him at arm’s length. “Thank you, hon. I couldn’t have seen my baby without you. Come visit again soon! You’re always welcome here. Oh, Will!” She spun around and grabbed a CD case off the counter. “This is my newest album. Someone in your cabin liked my music, right?”

Will laughed as he accepted the gift from him mom. “Yeah, I think all of them.” They shared another hug, and Will wished he could stay in his mother’s arms not for the first time today. But he had people who depended on him. “I love you, mom. I miss you so much.”

“I know, baby. I love you, too. Visit when you can.” They both knew they couldn’t make any promises, their lives were too unpredictable for that. But it was enough.

Will didn’t want to freak out his mom, but she said that she knew Nico had some teleportation power considering how far they had come and Will hadn’t done it before. So, Will gripped Nico’s hand tightly as they fell into the shadows. He smiled at his mom before she disappeared from sight.

—

Nico stumbled out of the shadows and would have fallen to his knees had he not been holding Will’s hand. Even disoriented, Will could feel the darkness clinging to Nico.

“Nico!” Will gasped.

“I’m good, I’m good,” Nico reassured Will, his eyes closed against the sudden light. “Just dizzy.”

“Let’s go to the infirmary and get you some ambrosia.” They took another second to gather themselves before Will led the way to the Big House, still hand-in-hand.

Nico didn’t notice anything as they walked, too busy concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. After downing a piece of ambrosia, he felt much better. Then, he finally took in his surroundings. “Where is everyone?” The infirmary was oddly empty, and he didn’t really remember passing anyone in the camp.

Will shrugged, looking out the open door. “Maybe people are at the pavilion for dinner already. Since it’s Christmas, dinner might be early so the campfire can be longer, or something.”

“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot it’s still Christmas.”

Will gazed at him fondly. “Yeah,” he said before bridging the distance between them and pulling Nico into a fierce hug. “Thank you so so so much, Nico. I can’t believe I got to see my mom today.”

Nico paused only for a second before gently laying his arms on the son of Apollo’s back in return. “You both seemed really happy.”

Will scoffed in Nico’s ear. “Happy doesn’t even cover it.”

They broke apart and looked at each other. Their eyes told of things unsaid: gratefulness, kindness, care. Love is the only word that could encompass everything. But neither boy was ready to unpack that yet.

The moment ended when someone noisily came into the infirmary. “Oh, you guys are back!” Austin exclaimed.

Will immediately went over and gave his brother a hug. “Thanks for today.”

Austin laughed and hugged back. “No problem, bro. I hope seeing your mom was nice.”

“Even better.” Will stepped back and pulled the album out from his satchel. “My mom sends her love.”

“Oh, dude,” Austin breathed as he grabbed for the disc. “Everyone is gonna freak.”

Nico watched the brothers interact. He couldn’t help the persistent feeling of loneliness he felt from time to time when he hung out with the Apollo kids. He wished he could see Hazel, or not think about Bianca, or something along those lines. Sticking close to Will, who always made him feel welcomed, could only go so far (pretty damn far, but still).

Austin cleared his throat loudly, catching Nico’s attention. “Well,” he said a little too loudly. “I think everyone is going to dinner already, so you guys better hurry up!” He gave Will a pointed look. “Kayla has the others there, don’t worry.”

Nico didn’t think the Apollo cabin was too difficult to organize and get to dinner, but maybe the holiday just made everyone a little more hyperactive than normal. Will nodded seriously, clapping his brother on the shoulder with a sincere “thank you.”

Austin left ahead of them, leaving Nico and Will alone once again. “Feel okay, Death Boy?”

Nico nodded and got up to join Will by the door. “Yeah, all good. I just realized I probably should’ve called Hazel earlier.”

Will cocked his head in sympathy. “We’ll make sure you see her later, then. Gotta get some food in you!”

They smiled at each other and headed toward the pavilion, which was a lot louder than normal. It was glowing warmly, the light of the day fading much earlier now that they were well into winter.

Nico was used to blocking out the noise of camp, but he couldn’t help but perk up at the sound of familiar laughter. He looked intently at the pavilion, still a little too far to make out any faces. As they got closer, one face popped out and shrieked, “Nico!”

The next thing he knew, brown curls filled his vision as he was tackled to the ground in a bear hug. Nico hit the ground and could barely catch his breath as he gazed up at the girl perched above him. “Hazel?” he wheezed.

“Surprise! Merry Christmas!” She beamed down at him, her expression full of joy and love that had Nico feeling winded from more than the hug.

“You—how—”

“Hazel!” An indignant voice Nico instantly recognized as Percy’s floated down from the pavilion. “We were supposed to surprise him together!”

She giggled as she helped her brother up, who still hadn’t gotten a full sentence out. “Sorry! Couldn’t help it,” she called back.

“What are you doing here?” Nico finally choked out, still staring at his sister in awe, though he distantly recognized that all his friends were present at camp.

Hazel smiled impossibly wider as she tugged her brother along. “It’s Christmas, silly! We wanted to surprise you and see each other.” Her eyes slid to the left, and Nico felt a weird sense of almost déjà vu when he realized Will was still walking along next to them, practically glowing with happiness. Didn’t he surprise Will just earlier today in a similar manner?

“You…?” Nico gaped at Will, unable to process words at the moment.

Will smiled at him as he always did. “I just asked if everyone wanted to come back for a Camp Half Blood Christmas party,” he shrugged. “I know you missed Hazel, and I figured, why not get everyone?”

“Aww, you missed me?” Hazel teased, and Nico turned red. “Will is downplaying it, though. He practically begged us all to come, even offering to pay for travel stuff. He went on and on about how it would mean so much to you, and to the rest of the camp, how it was good for your health, blah, blah, blah.” Now Will was coloring, though out of embarrassment or indignation, Nico wasn’t sure.

“So, you… did this for me?”

“I mean,” Will glanced away nervously. “Yeah. I-I did.”

Nico basically stopped walking, trying in vain to process his overwhelming emotions. Luckily, Hazel has always had a knack for knowing how to help him. She used her hold on Nico to spin him towards Will and nudged him forward. It was enough to spring him into action, instinctively raising his arms and wrapping them around the son of Apollo. He had been doing that a lot, lately, and he couldn’t say he minded that much. The hug was brief, but sincere, communicating to Will all the gratitude Nico could muster in the moment. He didn’t even know that his loneliness was obvious, and perhaps it wasn’t to anyone but Will.

Nico didn’t get any more time to think on it as more people approached him in front of the entrance to the pavilion. “Little bro!” was all the warning he got before he was swept into another bear hug, this time from both Percy and Jason. Nico grumbled and writhed on instinct, making everyone in the vicinity chuckle.

“Dude, I’ve missed you! I almost forgot how boring the mortal world was,” Percy said.

Annabeth appeared next to him to elbow him in the side. “I’d say your life could use a little boring, don’t you?” She smiled at Nico. “Merry Christmas, Nico.”

“How have you been?” He turned toward Jason, who had been between camps so often that Nico barely saw him in the past few months.

“Good,” he simply said.

“No fading into shadows, I presume?” The regal tone caught Nico off guard, and he spun around to see Reyna striding over from one of the tables. She wore a purple Camp Jupiter sweater and black jeans, a shocking change from her usual praetor uniform that Nico always pictured her in.

“Reyna!” They shared a quick hug that reminded Nico of the big sister figure and friend he found in the praetor. He really missed seeing her around.

Nico fell into easy conversation with everyone after greetings were finished with a small wave from Frank and nods to Piper and Leo, whom he always saw around camp anyway. It was almost surreal being with everyone in such a casual setting. No impending war, no godly interference, no fear of an attack; just teens hanging out and celebrating together.

They all ended up at the Hades table, and it was then that Nico noticed everything else going on in the pavilion. People milled about at every table, regardless of where they should have been sitting. Various Christmas decorations brightened the entire place, and laughter filled the air. It was the cheeriest Nico had ever seen the camp.

His eyes were drawn to a certain blonde healer laughing with his siblings. Will looked up and met Nico’s gaze with a bright and sincere smile, which Nico returned as best he could.

“He did all this for you, you know.” Nico turned to Jason, who gave him a knowing look.

“Well, it was kind of for everyone, right?” Nico looked around, but no one seemed entirely convinced.

“Nah, man. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so glad we got to do this. But when Will contacted me and Annabeth, it was really about making you happy.” Annabeth nodded along with Percy’s words, as did everyone else.

Nico felt his cheeks heat up and he looked down, unsure of what to say. He missed the shared glances above his head as everyone tried to decide how much they should say about this.

Hazel took the lead and reach over to squeeze Nico’s hand. “I’m glad you have someone like Will around.”

Nico glanced up and smiled at his sister before turning his head to peek at the boy with sunlit hair and sky-blue eyes. “Yeah, me too.”

—

“Will!” Nico called as everyone was headed to their cabins for lights out. The Seven and Reyna were all staying for at least one night and agreed to hang out tomorrow since many were tired from travel.

The son of Apollo glanced back and grinned when he saw Nico jogging toward him. He told his sister to make sure everyone got to bed and shooed her off before turning back to the son of Hades. “What’s up?”

“I just…” Nico trailed off. “Sorry we didn’t get to talk too much at dinner and stuff.”

“Oh!” Will looked a little surprised. “No worries, Neeks! The whole point was for you to spend time with your friends. I’m just glad you got to see them. You seemed really happy.”

“Yeah,” Nico rubbed his arm bashfully. “Um, thank you. For tonight. I had no idea you were planning this.”

Will smiled—he probably hadn’t stopped smiling for the past 12 days—and shook his head. “I could say the same about your surprise for me today.” He reached out and took Nico’s hand, pleased when he didn’t pull away. “I can’t thank you enough for taking me to see my mom.”

“Guess we both had big plans for today, huh?”

“Yeah, luckily my siblings made sure it all ran smoothly,” he laughed.

They were standing pretty close together now, gazing into each other’s eyes and trying to convey everything they were feeling. It was impossible to put into words their gratitude, not only for today, but for everything that came with their friendship. There was more there, way more, but neither knew how to touch on that just yet. They were on the edge of something big, yet it felt like the next step.

“Hey, Nico?”

“Yeah?”

“I really love spending time with you.”

A beat.

“Yeah. I love it, too.”

 A/N: Ah guys I did it again, I failed to begin their relationship. Slow burn or do I just love friendship that much? Hard to say. But really, I am so impressed with how this 12 days turned out, I enjoyed writing it a lot and am actually proud of what I wrote! Thanks for reading and tracking along with me! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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the rest of my answers under the cut hehet

Get to Know Me Uncomfortably Well (kpop edition)

Do you have any irl friends that like kpop?

Yeah! Almost all my irl friends like kpop. 

How old were you when you first got into kpop?

I was 18. 

What song(s) took you a while to warm up to?

SuperM’s Jopping for sure, SNSD’s I Got a Boy too. Both songs took me a while to jam to them. 

Have you ever disliked a group/idol? If so, why? (You don’t have to say who it is if you’re scared of getting hate).

Oh yeah. There are a few idols that I get really shady vibes from? Mostly because they do seem fake / unrelatable whatsoever / act all superior than everybody else. 

What do you love the most about kpop?

I love the makeup, and I love the creative concepts aside from the songs and how the idols experiment with genres and musical styles. 

Do you only listen to kpop?

No. I do listen to a lot of indie/alternative stuff, half of which are from OSTs. I do owe my love for indie/alternative music to my high school classmates - my lab partner has epic musical taste and is creative AF.

Who are you favorite western artists (if you have any)?

Arctic Monkeys, The Kills, The Kinks, Franz Ferdinand, Stars, The Strokes, Bloc Party, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Neon Trees. That’s... all I can think of so far. 

How long have you been into kpop?

By September this year, lets just say I’ve been in kpop for a looooong time. 2nd-gen fan over here!

What music did you used to listen to before getting into kpop?

Indie/alternative. I also listened to a lot of the local music. 

What fandom(s) were you in before getting into kpop? Are you still in them?

Ooh! I am still quite a Potterhead for sure. Gossip Girl too - I wrote fics on both fandoms... which are in fanfiction . net. Twilight too? sorta kinda. I’m not into Gossip Girl or Twilight anymore. 

Which group did you used to think was overrated but ended up loving?

I... don’t think I can answer that. hehehet. 

Is there a kpop song that annoys you? If so, which one?

Usually the overly cutesy songs annoy me, I can’t really specify but yeah, the overly cutesy songs where the singers kind of have to sing/rap in that cutesy voice just ugh, no. 

What aspects of kpop make you cringe/feel secondhand embarrassment?

Again, the overly cute songs/concepts that seem to cater to dirty older people... Even more if the choreography matches that. UGH. 

Which concepts do you love?

I am a sucker for supernatural / fantasy concepts or movie-inspired ones. Futuristic ones too. 2NE1 and f(x)’s street styles are also A+ for me. VIXX’s concepts from vampires to zombies to androids is hella cool (they’re the standard tbh). EXO’s aliens with superpowers concept is amazing af too. Groups that also show mature concepts as they get older is also A+ for me. 

Which concepts do you hate?

I really don’t like again, the overly cutesy concepts. There’s a level of sexy that I just don’t like either. Those are skips for me. 

What do you look for in a bias?

Ooh, looking at my biases, I usually go for vocalists for some reason. Minhyun’s a vocalist, Yunho’s a vocalist, Jaehyun’s a vocalist, Woong is a vocalist. Leo is a vocalist. 

Which kpop company do you hate the most?

Probably right now, I can only think of YG. YG himself has this god complex over his artists - YGTB was one whole-ass example of him demonstrating that rules don’t apply to him. Also, YG disbanded 2NE1 and threw Bom under the bus. Like nah, you can’t do that to my queens/role models. 

What are you opinions on shipping?

Like before I was like “yessss i ship this one and this one and this one” but then now I just think it’s okay as long as fans don’t take it too far and make such a big deal out of it. Like yeah, we know they’re good friends, you don’t need to sexualize everything they do/every interaction they have.  

How did you get into kpop?

Funny story! I was crying in college because the guy I liked said I wasn’t his type. It also happened to be the birthday of a friend of mine. When I got home, i remembered one of my high school friends telling me to listen to Sorry Sorry and I got hooked ever since. 

Has anyone ever made fun of you or looked at you weird for liking kpop?

No, not really. I gave them the stinkeye if they did. 

What is the cringiest thing you did when you were starting to get into kpop?

AH. Too many to mention. 

How long does it take you to learn the names of each member in a group?

It took me days to learn Super Junior. But I don’t think I really count? But I know it just usually takes me days to learn names of members in a group. 

Are you a gg, bg, or middle/coed stan?

Mostly boy groups. 

I only listen to 2 girl groups - 2NE1 and f(x) but I only anticipate their music, nothing more than that tbh. 

If you could hang out with one idol, who would you hang out with?

Jaehyun (NCT). We’d totally spend the day listening to his records and binge classic movies. Either him or Seonghwa tbh. 

Who is the bias to your third favorite group?

Third favorite group? Minhyun. or Jaehyun (NCT). Both NUEST and NCT are tied. 

What name from your native language would you give your ult bias?

Nothing has crossed my mind. HAHAHA 

Thought on fanfiction/AUs/etc?

I write fanfiction, I write AUs. I’m honestly not into member X member fics unless it’s platonic. As for smut, as long as it’s not too detailed and some details are left to the imagination then I’m good with it. I’m very picky with certain aus tho (mafia) but i don’t like werewolf aus / too much bad boy! member. 

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Choking On Sapphires 90

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Title & Song: Right Back Where We Started From

Summary: Genevieve has her Bat Mitzah, a grand celebration with everyone important to her. But Alfie uses the opportunity to turn the already memorable night into something she'll never forget. Song is Maxine Nightingale - Right Back Where We Started From

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF. Bat Mitzvah. LOTS OF FEELINGS. A LOOOOONG awaited chapter. 

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Another Shabbat passes and Genevieve finds herself becoming more and more preoccupied with the planning of her bat mitzvah ceremony. Although simple compared to a traditional bar mitzvah, as she didn’t want to ruffle any feathers with the orthodox and read from the Torah, she still had plenty to plan and worry about. Currently, the location being the biggest concern.

another sigh escapes her, Alfie had lost count of how many now. She hurriedly flipped through the notebook she’d been using to lay out her plans. The little leather-bound book hadn’t left her side for weeks. It was full of speech bullet points and notes for her chosen subject to speak about but she was currently stuck on the list of places left she could choose from. The options were dwindling by the day as they became booked. Every night Alfie would watch her tap her pen on the top line, a sad limp mark through her first pick for where to have her ceremony and party, but she’d been declined.

But he was always the close observer and decided to try his hand at giving her an early bat mitzvah gift. The first of many to come.

“Ya gonna bore a hole in ‘at if ya keep tappin' at it so.” He remarks with glasses sliding down his nose as he side-eyed her from his reclined position.

“I’m feeling so very indecisive about the location.” She sighed out frantically for the umpteenth time that evening. “I have everything else I want but...nothing feels RIGHT.” She clenches a theatrical fist in her conviction.

“You aren’t used to being told no.” He states it as the fact it is.

“I’m afraid I am entirely serious.” She retorts with a frown. “I have full power to customize this but the one thing I want I cannot have. It’s frustrating when this means so much to me.” Her face was round and pouting, pursed lips he thought were rather soft and precious when she was angry.

“I know love, I know. But ya can have whatever you like really. Just gotta know how to get it.” He gives her a pat to her knee in support.

“You would think with how much I’m paying for all this.” She huffs. “This is on par with one of my birthday parties.” She reflects. “Good thing we skipped that this year.” She grumbles. “I’m so perplexed. I’m paying for all this to not get what I actually want.”

“You’re paying for everythin'?” He challenges with an out of place smile.

Gen gives him a look that judges his intellect. “Yes, clearly. I haven’t asked you for so much as a pound have I?”

“I wish someone had told me this before I went and paid for the venue then. Shame, that.” He shakes his head.

“Alfie. I haven’t chosen. My word, have you not been listening at all?”

“You have chosen though. You wanted the museum.”

“And they told me no.” She responds with flushed cheeks. “Repeatedly.” she lets out a frustrated whine.

“Well, I wish someone had informed me of that before I paid for the bloody thing.” He responds to her blustery rant with a confusing indifference.

“Alfie? Are you okay? Are you smelling oranges dear because you are making no sense.” She places the back of her hand to his head.

“I’m makin' perfect sense if you’d just calm down and listen.” He chuckles.

“You said for the museum.” She states again. “But it’s not available.” She insists.

“Say that first part again. Forget the last.” He instructs with high brows as he sets his book aside. The poor thing was so distraught over her rejection she couldn’t see he was handing her the answer to her problems.

“You paid for the museum.” She rushes out.

“Yeah. And again. Slow it down pet, think of the words.” He keeps a fully amused look on his face.

“You paid for the museum.” She repeats slowly. “But…?” Her brows furrowed in question.

“I paid for the museum. For you to have the bat mitzvah ceremony there, love. I asked them and with a bit of persuasion, they said yes. You’re gonna have the museum.” He has to clarify in basic terms for her rapid-fire brain to grasp onto.

She blinks in a rush of realization. “You got the..?” She stammers.

“You have your heart set on it and I was tired of watching you lament every night about not getting it. This is important and I want it to be as close to perfect as it can for ya.”

“You…?” She whispers.

“Yes. With some exhortation, I managed to talk them into it.”

“You…?” She stammers again.

“Oui.” He lets out a laugh this time. “dois-je le dire en français pour que vous compreniez?”

“Oh Alfie, darling.” She coos, one hand to her chest and the other to his cheek.

“That’s more like it.” He smirks, reaching to hold her hand and kiss it.

“Oh bless you Alfie, you thoughtful man.”

“Nah. I just pay attention’s all. Not gonna let me own woman not have the bat mitzvah she wants. What sort of man would I be?”

“You wouldn’t be Alfie Solomons.” She smirks softly and kisses his cheek.

“Fuckin right love” he grunts and nods.

She chuckles against his cheek. “Oh, darling you’ve made me so happy.” She coos and nuzzles her nose into his ear. “Shall have to start calling you, Sweet Solomons.” She grins and kisses his cheek.

“Oh go on Genny.” He puts on a mean face but soaks up the affection. With her hands in his beard and hair, she turns his face to hers.

“Thank you. I love you. This means the world to me, darling.”

“I’m glad you’re happy.”

“And all because of you.”

“Was nothin'.”

“And modest! My goodness!” She chuckles and squeezes his cheeks, giving him a soft and affectionate kiss to his pouted lips.

“Man's gotta have his values.”

“Even a man like you.” She kisses him again and speaks softly.

“Even me.” He answers in a muffled voice before she takes her time, slow kisses to his plush lips that make him hum with content.

————-

Gen stood tall on her pedestal in her closet, Freddie tending to the last minute adjustments for the embellished gown he’d created for her.

“These stones are being little buggers.” He mutters, keeping his thin face focused on the hem of the silk and beaded gown. It fell to the floor in a pearlescent puddle around her feet, Sheer little sleeves and a silver hue throughout that made her skin and hair stand out against its paleness.

“I can’t say enough good fings bout it, Fred.” Alfie captures their attention as he comes in freshly showered, slicked and perfumed with his trousers and white shirt on.

“You could try.” He smirks and Alfies face is kind and amused. The dress fit her like a glove, a band of embellishment around her waist and everything loose and flowing around her, she looked like an angel. He wasn’t one to get emotional about such things but perhaps the significance of the occasion was wearing the old boy down. He’d heard Gen practicing her speech, speaking of growth and change and finding meaning in the chaos of life and perhaps he was swayed to reflect himself. Tonight was a rather important night for both of them.

“Would you think it brash of me to suggest some pieces for you to wear with this, Chanah?” Her only been calling her by her given name all day and Gen couldn’t find it in herself to mind. She watches him looking through the glass-topped drawers at her collection of jewels.

“As long as I retain the right to turn them down, Certainly no.” She gives him a warm smile as she stays still for the sake of Fred’s sanity.

“‘Course.” He says obviously with his usually gruff tone. “I only had suggestions. I saw that dress and thought of certain pieces as soon as my eyes took it in.” He elaborates with a shaking hand as he moves about the circular space and collects pieces in his hands.

“I think that has it for now. I’ll have my kit with me all night. Won't have you looking a bead out of place if I can help it. Tonight’s too important. You’ll have photographs and I refuse to have you look anything short of angelic.” Freddie speaks with a pointed finger as he gathers a small satchel with beads, stones, and thread.

“It is gorgeous and it will be perfect. Thank you, Cheri.”

“Don’t make me cry just yet.” He protests with an exasperated voice as she takes his hand and kisses it.

“Not yet.” She shakes her head and pats his hand before releasing it.

“I’m off to change. I’ll be at the door waiting for you for the last check before your entry.”

“Lovely.” She says softly as she runs her hands down the textured surface of the gown.

Distracted, Fred has a whirling list of things to do in a short amount of time and is muttering to himself as he leaves.

“He’s a mess, bless him. He doesn’t handle sentimental occasions very gracefully.” Gen observes with a fond by pitying expression.

“He has a lot of heart, that Fred.” Alfie nods and agrees. “But I wanted to speak of yours while we had a moment, love.” His voice is cool and even, demanding her to him as he holds out his hand and she steps off the raised platform.

“What of it Ari?” She implores with inquisitive eyes.

“I wanted to give some significance tonight to what you wore. Jewels wise. I wanted to bring a bit of me into the ensemble. Even if it is a bit of a prick thing to say on such an occasion now that I say it out loud.”

Genevieve smiles and insists he’s incorrect with a shaking head, her long hair cascading down her shoulders. “Don’t be silly. You were so crucial in getting to this point. I value your input so please share.” She holds both his hands in hers and gives them a squeeze.

“As you wish, my love.” He gives her a rather formal nod and turns to start with one piece. “I would like to first recommend Sapphires for such an occasion.” Be announces loudly as if he were presenting to a group, But only Genevieve was in his company. “I believe your favorite stone, Yeah?” She nods with a gentle smile as he brings forth a ring she knows well. “I would suggest this first.” He puts the ring onto her finger and holds her hand, the warmth was felt not only through his skin but in the mild crinkle around his eyes as he spoke. “You wore this the first night you accompanied me out. I couldn’t make up me mind if I wanted to stare at you or your jewels and that is sayin’ somethin’ Both for your taste and your beauty, love.”

She leans forward to kiss his cheek and gives him a smile that disarms him as her soft hands rub against his hardened ones. “I’ll always remember that night.” She speaks softly. “Lovely choice.” She praises.

“And ‘is. A bit farther down the line.” He holds the long and weighted large sapphire stone encased in a halo of tiny diamonds. “You wore this the night I took you to the opera.”

“The night I cried like a baby at the show.” She huffs out a laugh to herself.

“The night I found myself truly mesmerized by you, love. Such softness under that wild exterior. Like a weeping angel, you were, yeah?” He gives a gentle pat to her cheek and she nuzzles into it with a soft kiss. “The last. So far the most important.” He begins with the teardrop Sapphires earrings that dangle from Diamond studs. “Our trip to Paris.” He says with a fond nostalgia in his voice. He puts them on her with strong and steady hands. “My promise to never make you cry real tears, only those of stone.” He pauses and takes her hands again. “I’ve not kept that promise I’m afraid.” He frowns.

“We cannot know the future Ari. As badly as we might want to. You know anything that caused me to shed tears that you caused is forgiven. You’ve only ever had my best interests at heart. That’s worth more than the mere falling of tears.” She squeezes his hands and he nods, not fighting her on it and deeply Proud of her understanding of him and their life together. “I recall it as the best time I’ve ever had with a man in Paris. When we told one another we loved the other.” She speaks softly from the heart and puts her hand to his cheek. “Where we danced by the Seine and played pretend like children to be married.” She sighs, her eyes misty at the fond memories.

“Oi, I recall. You becomin' my real-life fantasy of Lily Lafitte.” He gives her a soft smile.

“The only man I’ve ever introduced to uncle as well.” She adds with a nod of her chin.

“Speak of the Devil,” He smirks, “He and your mum will be there today.”

“Really?” Her band drops to his chest and her eyes go wide. “Mother wasn’t sure if she’d be able to, What with George being difficult with her leaving.”

“I believe a promise from Altar Lafitte when I hear it. He and Alma will be here this evening.”

“Oh, Ari.”She tears up and wraps her arms around his neck. “You’ve made everything so perfect already. I’ll be owing you after tonight.” She teases and kisses his cheek.

“It’s nothin if it’s to make you happy Chanah. You know within reason and reality I’d do anyfin' to make you so, yeah?”

“You lovey gentleman. You absolute mensch.” She nuzzles her nose against his. “I couldn’t think of a single thing you could do to make me happier tonight.” She whispers as she kisses him gently.

“There’s always somethin', Chanah.” He smiles and kisses her cheek innocently. “Always more I can do for a woman like you.”

—————

Her entrance was dramatic with musical accompaniment in the grand style she was known for. The lights hitting her gown just right in the golden hour as she ascended the decorated stone steps.  Alfie stood in her shadow and watched as she was received by every sort of Jewish folk in London. Altar brought a few of the French family members and the east end roughians that worked for Alfie got to stay as long as they behaved. The posh wealth were in attendance as well, some out of good wishes and some to see if things would fall apart, either was fine with Alfie if they were giving her money.

Her art of religious text was spotted throughout the room, some for sale and others just for show. Flowers cascaded over columns and tables as the smell of lavender filled the air with their pastel palette warmed by late summer heat. The tall room with its giant windows and painted ceiling were a perfect setting to the important ceremony, stained glass cascading down jewel-toned light as the sun set and Genevieve became a woman.

After being greeted with loud hugs and kisses by some she hadn’t seen since she was a child.  A beaming Altar and a weeping with joy Alma allow her to be pried from their grasp by Alfie who adjusts her jewels and tenderly asks if she’s ready.

Genevieve Chanah Lafitte was formally inducted into the community with a short but praising introduction by her mentor Rabbi Gold. She gave a beautiful speech, all tying back to her studies and Rabbi Golds teachings over the past year or so. She spoke of growth and change, of tradition and finding one’s place in the world. She ghosts over the bad, only mentioning she hasn’t had an easy sort of life. She tells tales of the good with a charming smile. She chooses to focus on her mitzvah project and how they would be continuing after tonight. The teaching of all religions, the scholarships for Jewish girls, the importance of health and education among the youth and women of the community that she was choosing to focus her efforts on. She told of when she was a young girl, lost and lonely, and how the Jewish community embraced her and gave her a life. Altar pretended he wasn’t crying but Alma fully embraces the emotion of the night. Genevieve ends with mentions of donating to her scholarship and the charities she works with, as well as thanking her closest friends and colleges, Freddie, Claire, Aggie and Alfie among them.

Then came the other speeches as she took her seat at the table with those loved ones she’d just thanked on the stage.

Altar boomed and demanded cheers, telling of knowing she was special from the moment he held her. How he could not be more proud of the woman she had become. Alma confesses this night was her most wild dreams coming true as she had always wanted her most special daughter to find her place in the world and know her people and where she came from. She cries and so does her daughter, emotional tears run in the family. Aggie gives a very short speech sharing the same sentiment as Alma, how she thought of her as her own daughter and as everyone else had, she expresses how proud she is. Claire, much to Gens surprise also speaks and keeps it brief as is her way of doing things. She gets as sentimental as Claire can, calling Gen not only a business partner but a life long friend and sister to her, and that she was looking forward to what the next thirty years brought for them. Fred threatens stories of her wild youth but refrains with a laugh. Calling her a friend and confidant and even if he wasn’t Jewish, he was glad to know there was a warm community to keep her while they lived so far apart. Then came Alfie.  

He had been preparing for this night for some time, a lifetime it felt now. He was so gifted at demanding the attention of a room he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make a show of it all.  He stood straight, hands accompanying his endearment and his voice rich and deep and full of affection for the woman of the hour. “I know, as a man, that I am lucky to have a woman like Chanah. And I want you to know that us, as a people, are lucky to call her our own. She has the capacity for tenderness which astounds me every day. Especially with some of the lot she has to work with. I include myself in that. She is brilliant. Smart, fierce, funny and not as important but it is worth mentioning that she is rather easy on the eyes. I have no doubt she will be a pillar for our community. Through her words and actions she is everything a Jewish woman should aspire to be, educated, charitable and strong. A survivor, as we all are and continue to be. I am honored to have a part in her story that brought her to us. Although I will take no credit for any of her achievements. She was already successful when I met her and since she has only grown in leaps and bounds both personally and professionally. We are proud to call you ours, love. And I am even more proud to call a woman like you mine.”

Gen was holding it together, crying but not weeping as Alma currently was into Aggie's shoulder. Altar sat proud and impressed, watching Alfie kiss her cheek and her beam at him with love and admiration. With his hand in hers, he closes out with telling the room to donate, give gifts and eat and be merry. It was a joyous occasion and they’d paid enough for everything so make good use of it. His humor as always comes through and the crowd chuckles and moves, conversations floating about and food being eaten, wine drinking and money changing hands. Gen is embraced with warmth and love, hugs and kisses, thanks and congratulations from all who came across her. She was lost in a whirlwind of praises in English, Hebrew, and Yiddish and was proud to understand each one. Altar networks, as is his way and the women closest to her all huddle like hens and reflect on the hard work they all put in to make Gen who she is. The room is full of life and love and Gen feels full in a way she never had before. A feeling of belonging, of completion and family that made her heart so full it ached in her chest. As the crowd settles into its groups, laughter, and discussions all weaving in and out as she moved about the space, Alfie finds her and takes her hand to pull her from the praising current she was swept away in.

“Might I have ya back now?” He smiles. “I surrendered you to the mob and it seems they’ve all feasted on you enough for now.”

“When the wine kicks in it’ll start back up.” She chuckles and moves to his side without hesitation.

“How about we let them marinate in it then eh? We’ve got plenty to see away from them yeah? And I’d like a moment with you on a night like this. Call me greedy but I rather like Keeping you to myself.” He teases as they lock arms and move to the edge of the room towards some hard looking lads by a velvet rope. “Boys.” Alfie nods and one pulls the rope back.

“Are we allowed back here?” She whispers and looks over her shoulder.

“I got the whole bloody museum love. Just didn’t want no one wandering about, wanted you to have all the attention and have the whole place to yourself. Which is what those rather rough lads were doin' there.” He motions back with his hand as they walk into a dim hallway.

“Never been here with everything so dark. Almost spooky.” She gives a small giggle as her hands rest on his arm.

“I had them light candles for ya love. I thought it’d be interesting to see it in a different light.”

“It’s lovely daring thank you.” She coos at him softly.

“How’s about we go to France eh? Your favorite?”

“Yes please.” She nods enthusiastically.

Only their footsteps echoed as he guided her through the flickering light in the hallways, towards a brighter room that housed the paintings she loved most.

“Monet is the one you like so much innit? The one you’re always on about when you’re out by the pond painting?”

“Yes, I love his work. So dreamy.” She sighs as they round the corner to the room and she stops and stares at the state of the room. “Oh my God.” Alfie stops and lets her take it in. The entirety of Monet's Water Lillie’s in its massive form. But it wasn’t only that that caused her to blink with disbelief. “Alfie.” She exhales softly as her eyes widen and dilate at the splendor of the view around her. The long and tall Water Lillie’s sit center as smaller paintings take up the rest of the space on the walls, but what covered the rest of the usually white space were flowers. Of every pastel color and variation, all surrounding paintings of similar tones as if the colors were bleeding off the canvas and onto the floor.

“I wanted something special for you tonight love.” He spews softly as her eyes flutter shut and she breathes in the floral perfume that filled the space.

“You’ve already done so much.” Her voice breaks, weak and breathy praise as she grips his arm in her hands unconsciously.

“Always more to be done. Like I said.” He fusses back as he moves her slowly into the room as she looked rather overwhelmed. “I told the florists I wanted the whole room covered, wanted it to look like they were coming to life for you.”

“It does. It is. It’s...breathtaking I don’t even know what to say.”

“That you love it and I kept it a surprise.” He smirks and she gives him a huge smile.

“I love it. Adore it. I had...no clue. Not even an inkling.” She enthuses, impressed. “It’s...like a dream. And such a beautiful and artistic take on an installation Alfie, you brilliant man.”

“I wanted tonight to be about your dreams comin' true. You talk about wantin' to get lost in those paintin’s, and I wanted to give ya that.”

She shakes her head and her mouth stays open and stutters. “I don’t...I just.” She stands dumbfounded. “It’s brilliant. Genius. Perfect.” She holds a hand to her chest now to steady her heart. She had been so caught up in her work and planning she had given Alfie room to plan something himself in her whirlwind of plans and appointments. She stood awe struck and speechless in the glowing light of hundreds of blooms. She recalled no other time in her life she had ever been.

“Since I finally have you alone. I did want to say a few things I couldn’t earlier. Or rather I don't fink you’d want me too.” He chuckles and takes both her hands into his as he holds her attention in the center of an artificial field of flowers. “The first time I had to make an apology to you, I used flowers.”

“I’ll never forget it. Just as I’ll never forget this.” She speaks so sweetly, squeezing his hands. “I remember feeling so much when I kissed you. How I didn’t want to stop.” She sighs and swoons and puts her hand to his cheek. “I do wonder often in my moments of reflection of how we came to be how long it truly has been that I’ve loved you. Ari.” She tiptoes and kisses his lips softly. “Sometimes it feels like I always did. I can’t recall a time in which I didn’t at least find you special.”

“From that first night I met you. In that gaudy golden club sitting next to Tommy. You are even more beautiful to me now than you were then, and I would’ve said that was impossible.”

“You were so handsome. So funny and cheeky.”

“You were full of clever wit and a smart mouth. Bold and fearless to put me down.”

“The brown was fucking awful.” She says with a low turn of her voice and he laughs out loud at her.

“And you’ve never shied from telling me a truthful opinion.”

“You’re a strong man. You can take it. Easy to see from the beginning.”

“Aye, but you are stronger, love.” He kisses her forehead. “And of the things you’ve had to face that prove time and time again that you are tougher and more resilient than I could ever claim to be… I wanted this tonight to act as another apology. For all the bad I’ve brought into your life, whether my own doin' or by relation.”

“We’re here now. We don’t have to dwell on it. Always forward.” She insists. “If it means having you and what we have I know I will always find it in me to forgive you.”

“I’m not worthy of your lovely heart.” He speaks softly.

“Luckily for me that isn’t up to you to decide.” She smiles.

“I am so proud of you. For tonight. For tomorrow and yesterday. In all the company I’ve kept in my life, I have never met someone like you before. No one has your spark, your imagination, and cleverness. Of all the minds I’ve known, yours is my favorite and I never tire of knowing you. I’m always left wanting more.”

She flushes in her cheeks and gets an almost bashful look on her face.

“There’s no one else on this fuckin miserable earth that I love as much as you. No one id rather work with or be with. No one else that keeps me interested and always wanting more from them. You are one of a kind, I truly believe that.”

“Ari.” He voices cracks as she wipes at her eyes with both hands and he shifts his weight.

“Which is why I have an offer to make you.”

“An offer?” She asks with soft eyes and an inquisitive voice as she expects papers to come from his pockets, but only a flat and rectangular box held out and presented.

“This.” He opens the box, inside, a bracelet that completes the set of jewels she wears. A row of round and shining Sapphires and diamonds.

She covers her mouth and the stones catch the light and reflect in her eyes.

“An offer of this for a commitment.”

He sees it in her eyes she’s still unsure of everything he was leading up to.

“Genevieve Chanah Lafitte.” He begins with a clearing of his throat. “Would you accept this gift and in return make the commitment to me, Alfred Ari Solomons in the form of marriage?”

He could swear he saw her heart stop for a moment. She choked with surprise. Which admittedly he’d wanted it to be. She blinks rapidly and he sees her mind working behind her eyes in frantic and unexpected chaos. “Y-Yes.” She manages to force out, heart in her throat and frozen there. “Yes. Yes! Of course I would I-YES!” She lets out in an ecstatic expression of joy and laughter as the tears gather in her eyes.

“Then with this,” He puts the heavy stones around her wrist. “You will be Mrs. Alfie Solomons. The other half to my soul, with my promise to love and cherish, to provide for and support you for the rest of our lives.”

She stares in disbelief still. Finally meeting his eyes and looking away from the stones. “Alfie I... this is...it's perfect. I love you. It would be a blessing to be able to join my soul to yours. A pairing no one except God Could tear apart.” Her heart was overflowing, as were her eyes, bless her.  She cries and he holds her, feeling her against him in this perfect moment, acceptance and peace fill his mind. A promise to be joined as one, a partnership that could not be broken, something solid and stable in the life of his that was anything but. She was a constant, a confidant, a friend, and lover and now soon to be officially his other half to complete himself in the eyes of his peers and God. She had him feeling things he hadn’t since he was a boy as she kissed his face and thanked him, whispered of how happy he made her, how perfect the night was.

He dries her tears, a warm smile as she sniffles and gazed up at him with love in her eyes. “Would you like to announce it?”

“It would be a good time to.” She nods. “But could you, I’m a mess.” She laughs and puts her forehead on his chest.

“Nothing would make me happier.” He kisses her head and rubs her back before calming her and heading back toward the stage.

“A final announcement to close out the evening.” His voice books over the room as the happy and mostly tipsy group swung their heads his way. “I must admit my loves bat mitzvah was not the only thing I had planned tonight. And I, or I should say WE now, are very happy and I am very proud once again to announce, that our woman of the evening, Miss Genevieve Chanah here has accepted my proposal and will soon be my wife.” The cheers make her cry all over again. Altar slams his fists on the table he sits and yells in excitement, Aggie and Alma sob into each other’s blouses.  Another wave of love and support wash across the room. “So as we wind down to a close tonight, I would like to thank you all for coming, Thank Genevieve for accepting and being exactly what a man like me needs in a wife and we will be seeing you at the wedding. L'CHaim He raises a glass left on the table and a reply of the same and various mazle tov's jumble in the air.

They are both embraced and congratulated, Altar squeezing Alfie and patting his back so hard he coughed before kissing his head. Gen was certain in that moment, surrounded by happiness and well wishes and those she loved the most that every bad thing in her life had been worth it for this feeling. She’d never known such contentment, such love. And it had all brought her to where she was now, and she felt thankful and hopeful. Knowing this feeling, this love existed made her certain that no matter what life threw her way that she could overcome it. Especially now that she wouldn’t ever be alone again.

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[itsclydebitches]

The call came at 1:08 on an August afternoon.

“Package for Aziraphale, Principality, angel of the Flaming Sword, Guardian of the Eastern Gate?”

All activity in the bookshop ceased. Though there wasn’t much of it to begin with. One young woman using an outlet to charge her cell and an even younger boy who’d ditched his mother three stores down. The dusty—potentially cursed?—tomes in Aziraphale’s shop were a whole lot more interesting than makeup and she wouldn’t notice his absence for some time yet. It was the boy who scrunched up his nose and demanded,

“Who?”

The man settled against the door-jamb. Package in one hand, clipboard in the other. “Aziraphale. Principality. Angel of the—”

“Yes, yes, that would be me. Thank you!”

A mess of white curls popped out from behind a tower of books, followed by a pudgy body and wringing hands. Aziraphale only released his own fingers to grab hold of the boy and the woman, gently (but insistently) urging them out of the shop. The woman was only just able to grab her phone before she was unceremoniously tossed across the threshold. The boy protested. Both stared as the postman gave a jaunty wave.

The door shut with a distinct click.

“Was that really necessary?”

Aziraphale liked to consider himself a dignified, level-headed sort of fellow. Had Crowley been in the room he would have announced that he was just pouting, plain and simple. Luckily, the postman didn’t put any more stock into that faux glare than a demon would have.

He shrugged. “Part of the job I’m afraid. Names are important. You know that.”

“...Yes. I suppose I do.”

Not just important. Names were arguably the greatest vessels for divine power currently in existence. Next to the Almighty herself, of course. Before Aziraphale had been given anything else—his orders, his sword, even the knowledge that he loved his siblings—he’d been given his name. Four syllables spoken in Enochian by Her, reverberating through all of Heaven, letting the rest of existence know that another angel had just come into the world. Names were lost when one Fell. They could be broken or warped or even, on the rare occasion, healed into something new. Yes, Aziraphale knew the power of names. Which was why the first thing he did after reprimanding the postman was to ask him his own.

The postman spoke it, letting it settle among the books and onto an angel’s ears. Aziraphale smiled.

“Very nice,” he commented, pouring cocoa from a kettle that hadn’t been there before. The weather was just ghastly and if anyone deserved a hot drink it was the civil servant running about in two feet of snow. “Marshmallows?”

“Of course.”

“Whipped cream?”

“Why not.”

“Sprinkles?”

“Well if we’ve gone this far...”

As the sweets piled high the postman observed that this was what he loved most about his job: the human interaction. Funny then that he should only get that today with someone who was, undoubtably, not human. It wasn’t just the order slip arriving in a circle of fire over his eggs that had cued him in. There was something about the density of air in this shop. A hum that was only just audible; how the light seemed to follow Aziraphale wherever he went, bending in accordance to him, not physics. Yes, the postman had grown quite adept at spotting the occult and the ethereal—the in-between too. Summoning up the Four Horsemen, dying, and coming back thanks to the antichrist would do that to a man.

It seemed his reputation preceded him. Aziraphale handed over the cocoa with a wariness not normally attributed to package deliveries. In the postman’s experience they usually generated quite the opposite effect.

He took the drink and traded it for the clipboard. “No worries. Just a normal delivery. Sign there please.”

Aziraphale’s eyebrow disappeared into his hair. “Is there such a thing when it comes to us? A normal delivery?”

“Sure! I’d like to think so, anyway.”

“My apologies then. You’re not the only visitor I’ve had recently so I suppose I’m a little... on edge.”

“Right,” the postman said. “Understandable. Ah—! Full name please.”

With a wince Aziraphale set down the pen he’d picked up, wiping his sweating palm down the side of his vest. He then twisted his fingers, not unlike a magician summoning up a coin. A holy light appeared between his thumb and pointer and the postman looked away as it burned into the paper.

The cocoa was, of course, extravagantly delicious. None of that powdered stuff in hot water. He could taste real chocolate melted down into the milk, just bitter enough to offset all the sweets on top. The postman took a slurp that left whipped cream across his nose as Aziraphale bent to inspect the box.

Nothing extravagant there. All browns and beige. Squishy edges.

“Other visitors?” he asked, bending close to inspect the letter opener Aziraphale had pulled from between the pages of The Sickness Unto Death. There were a pair of wings that arched up and seemed to hover over the blade. “Don’t tell me your superiors are still mad about that Armageddon business?”

Aziraphale paused. Blinked. “It was less than a month ago.”

“Yes, well.” The postman shrugged, giving a lopsided smile. “Habit from the missus, I guess. No arguments allowed to go on longer than a day. Past that it’s just time to stew, not think.”

“Oh. I quite like that,” and Aziraphale sliced through the tape with practiced ease. “Not sure I’d ever get my—er, that side to agree to such a thing though. I’m sure they’re still plenty mad. But no, it wasn’t them.”

The postman nodded, satisfied with that. There were only so many ‘them’s that might have stopped by in the aftermath of the world not ending. The postman could think of four groups, of which he was one. Not terribly hard to figure out then, but also not the sort of thing you wanted to say aloud. Not if it wasn’t necessary. As established, names held power.

“Not sure I’d want to invoke one of them without a package to deliver,” he muttered. Aziraphale hummed in the back of his throat.

On the small table before them the tape continued to part, easy as butter. Beneath that were the mounds of bubblewrap and tissue employed for the most fragile of objects. Aziraphale took a fortifying sip of his cocoa before setting to parting each one, taking his time, wary of creases. Anyone who had tried to pop into the shop right then—and a quick miracle assured they did not—would have thought the two were bent over a bomb, so tense were the lines of their shoulders. Aziraphale in particular had to stop halfway through and mop his forehead with a handkerchief.

After all, the package was addressed to him.

Quite obviously, in fact. Once he’d reached the bottom.

“Too small a box for your sword,” the postman said, clearly fishing. Aziraphale obediently lifted the object over the wrappings so he could see.

It was a medal.

“Very nice!” he said. “...isn’t it?”

“I’ve seen this before,” Aziraphale said, speaking each word slowly. Tasting them. He suddenly snapped his fingers, nearly dropping the medal in the process. “I have seen this before! 1800. The opening of my shop.” He gestured, as if the postman might not believe that there was, in fact, a bookshop in existence around them, right this very moment. “A, uh... family member tried to give it to me when I thought I was being recalled home. Oh good lord.” Aziraphale sucked in a breath. “He didn’t send it, did he?”

“No. Box would have a return address if he had. Even for them.”

“Well, then who doesn’t generate an address?”

They knew the answer. As one Aziraphale and the postman lifted their gaze towards the shop’s ceiling. There was only one person it could have been.

Neither spoke the name though.

***

“Sorry,” Crowley said, later that night after the postman had left with his forms and Aziraphale had invited him to the next gathering at Anathema’s. “But what’s it supposed to mean?”

“You guess is as good as mine, dear boy.”

Crowley’s finger shot out to point accusingly between Aziraphale’s eyes. He was six glasses into the merlot though and, truth be told, it was more of a listless point towards Aziraphale’s shoulder. “My guess is not as good. They’re your lot—”

“Not anymore.”

“—were your lot for a long, long, looooong, long time, so you know their, you know,” Crowley made a series of complicated gestures with his glass. “Ways.”

Aziraphale wasn’t entirely sure he did. Slouched in his favorite armchair, watching Crowley waver around the room, he tried to conjure up some heavily things that might make sense of the little package seated between them. He was eight glasses in though—having started while Crowley drove over—so all his brain could manage was a jaunty little jingle he’d heard over the radio yesterday. Something for insurance.

“Maybe,” he finally managed. “Maybe, yes. But not Her ways.”

Crowley conceded that with a grunt.

The medal rested in a velvet box, the same one Gabriel had opened over two-hundred years ago under the erroneous assumption that such a display would please him. The box remained untouched by time despite its age, as did the medal itself. That’s what the craftsmanship of heaven would get you. The only thing that had changed was a new layer of divinity lingering about the edges, seeped into the metal like something more powerful than even an archangel had handled it. Which of course, She had. The traces had sent Crowley scuttering back the first time he’d tried to touch it. Now he circled the box, wary.

“Ugly thing,” he said, hissing the words. “You’d th—thi—think that heaven would have better taste but nope! Nuh uh. Should give them some tips sometime. Interior decorating.” Crowley considered, downing more wine. “Their fashion isn't bad though. Just a little blah.”

Aziraphale’s fuzzy thoughts conjured up a picture of Crowley’s apartment and he resolutely decided against commenting. “Focus, dear. Perhaps this is a good thing.” He tipped his own glass towards the medal. “Gab—he tried to give me that horrid thing when heaven still thought I was doing a good job. So maybe,” Aziraphale gave a massive shrug, upending some of his wine. “Maybe She’s saying the same thing.”

Crowley blinked. “Wha? That She approves?”

“Mmm.” A staggering, hopeful thought.

“Or, or, it’s the opposite like. Said it yourself, angel. Heaven thought you were doing nothin’ but heavily things down here and you got the medal for doing them. The things you weren’t really doing. Payment for services not rendered. Maybe now that’s the message, huh? Get back on the right trickity-track. Or somethin’.”

Aziraphale spent a good two minutes trying to decide if any of that made sense. He eventually decided it did. “It’s a warning to be the angel they thought they were giving the medal to.”

“Right.”

“Isn’t that a bit convoluted?” Aziraphale squinted up at Crowley, now trying to figure out if it was him or the room that had tilted. His living room shrugged.

“Maybe,” Crowley admitted. “Or maybe this is it. Make us wonder and worry and talk in circles until it all comes bubbling out our ears.” He finally collapsed next to Aziraphale on the couch, both of them staring at the heavy bit of metal.

Aziraphale swallowed. “I wouldn’t put it past Her.”

“Exactly. ...Can we send it back, do you think?”

“No return address.”

“Oh. Chuck it into the Thames?”

“Absolutely not.”

What they did end up doing was placing the medal on one of Aziraphale’s shelves, still on display, but far enough back that they could ignore it if they wanted. It never lost the light of Her touch, so Crowley generally kept his distance. For the same reason customers were often drawn to the medal, commenting on it with a curiosity that never ceased to surprise them.

“An antique?” one woman questioned, a week after they’d begun their dance of giving the thing confused and frustrated glances. “What was it for?” She peered a little closer, knowing instinctively not to touch. “It doesn’t say.”

Aziraphale dithered. “Ah...not sure really. Records were lost somewhere along the way. No one knows anymore.”

“That’s too bad. Though I suppose the specifics don’t really matter. The point is it was important enough for someone to save and hand down to you, right?”

The woman smiled, inclining her head and apologizing for taking up so much of his time. Behind her Crowley had paused in surprise, casting the medal a glance. It shone bright, prominent despite their best efforts.

“So She’s thinking of us,” Aziraphale whispered, soft enough that his words were nearly lost among the stacks. “She cares. Which is not quite the same thing as approval, but...”

“Jury’s still out on whether Her caring is a good thing, angel.” But some of the tension had left Crowley’s shoulders. He ambled forward with a liquid grace that let him brush his hand 'accidentally' against Aziraphale’s. Their fingers intertwined.

A defiance, doing that in the circle of the medal’s holy light. Neither pulled away though and when Aziraphale tightened his grip he thought he saw an answering glint in the surface of the metal.

Perhaps that was just their own reflections though. Perhaps it was only what remained of his faith.

Time would tell.

[that-writer-who-never-posts]

Family.

Hello! This is one of the most special things I ever wrote. Not only because it’s emotional, but also because it was requested by one of the sweetest people this blog gave me the pleasure to meet! I hope this was what you wanted, @purplerain85 ! Thank you for trusting me with this one!

Prompt: You’re a single mom to a little girl and Tom absolutely falls in love with both of you and wants to start a family.

Warnings: Besides wanting to have babies with Tom, none.

Ps: I know what you’re thinking. “Maria, are you going to give the exact same names to the children on every story??” Yes, I will. Fight me.

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         You were sitting on a restaurant with your 3 year-old daughter in front of you. You started to notice she kept looking at the table behind you and giggling.          "Elena, leave the people alone." You tell her.

          She looks at her food for a moment. Then she grabs a friench fry and lifts her little arm to show the stranger.

          "Stop that." You laugh and turn around to see if there is another child behind you.

          But it wasn't a child. It was a tall and extremely handsome man. You thought he looked familiar, then it hit you. It was Tom Hiddleston. You blushed so much.

          "Hi, I'm sorry, but she's adorable." He said politely.

           "It's okay, thanks." You smiled at him, but just wanted to run away from that place.

          "What's your name, princess?" He asks your daughter.

          "Elena." The little girl said proudly.

          "What a beautiful name." He reaches to shake her little hand.          "Mommy saw it on a history she told me." She tells him.

          "What story?" He acts fascinated.

          "Has looooong name." She says dramaticaly.

          "Midsummer night's dream" You get more embarrased every second.

          "Oh... Do you like Shakespeare?" You thought you saw him blushing now.

         "Yes, very much." You smile at him.

         "Oh, sorry, I'm Tom, by the way." He offers his hand to you now.

         "Y/N." You shake it.

         The conversation is interrupted by your daughter dropping a fork on the floor.

          "Elena! Be careful." You jump at the sound of it.

          "Was a pleasure to meet you, Elena." Tom says, picking the fork up and returning it to her. "And your mom too. But I better go now."

           "Pleasure." The little girl repeated and you both laughed at her.

                    After he left, you were completely speechless. Not only you saw an actor you admired but he was also very kind to you and your daughter. And well, any mom knows the best way to make them like you is to be nice to their children.

          You knew you probably wouldn't bump into Tom Hiddleston again, it doesn't simply happen like that, but you'd always remember that lunch.

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         Three weeks passed since that day.

          There was a festival in town with Shakespeare's most famous plays, and that night would be your favorite: Midsummer night's dream. You left Elena at your mother's house and went to meet a friend in front of the theater, so you could watch it together.

          The play would start 8pm, at 7:40, after waiting there alone for half an hour, you decided to call your friend. You called twice with no answer. Shoving your phone into your purse, you sigh annoyed.

          "Y/N?" You hear someone call from behind.

          Just as you were about to start yelling at your friend for making you wait so long, you realize it wasn't your friend.

          "Tom?" You froze.

          "Hey, it's nice to see you." He smiles. "Is there something wrong?"

          "Yes... I invited a friend to watch the play with me, but looks like he's not coming." You shrug.

          "I'm so sorry." He says looking at you like you were insulted in front of him. "Well... I'm on my own too, maybe I could keep you company?"

          "Oh..." You were surprised. "Sure."

          He smiled and the two of you entered the theater. You knew he was just trying to be nice to you because of your friend and, even though his intentions were good, you hated that.

          When you sat down, you two started to talk about Shakespeare and ended up talking about art and literature in general, finding out you had a lot in commom. The conversation went pretty well, you talked like two old friends.          When the character Helena appeared for the first time, he gently touched your arm and whispered "That's your little girl". That made your heart melt. Not only he remembered your name, but he knew exactly who you were and what you told him 3 weeks ago.          When the play was over, he seemed a little tense.

          "Where you planning on going out for dinner with your partner?" He asks.

          "No, I ate before coming." You reply. "But he's not my partner, just a friend."

          "I see." He looks at his feet.

          "This wasn't supposed to be a date, you don't have to feel sorry for me." You joke.

          "I know this is none of my bussiness, sorry." He smiles at you. "Maybe we should go for a drink."

          "Why?" You ask feeling butterflies on your stomach, like a teenager.

          "I enjoyed your company." He shrugs. "I didn't want to say goodbye now."

          You look at him for a moment and felt he wouldn't do you any harm.

          "Okay, we can go but... I can't take too long." You reply before you can think twice and give up.

          "That's fine." He smiles widely.

         He took you to a pub very close to where you were. You sat there and talked like you did earlier, you had a lot of fun. But when you looked at your watch, it was almost midnight, you knew your mother had probably put Elena to bed already, but it didn't feel right to leave her like that.

          "Look... I'm sorry but I better get going." You tell him and see his smile fade.

          "I understand." He replied. "Can I have your phone number? In case destiny stops making us meet randomly."

           "Tom...I..." You sigh and just can't think of something to say.

          "It's okay if you don't want to." He smiles, but he looked hurt.

          "Look... There's nothing wrong with you, I actually liked you very much." You try to explain. "But I don't think I could ever think about dating someone right now. Since Elena's father left me, I decided I was going to take care of her and myself. And I wouldn't be telling you all this if it wasn't for the alcohol, would I?"

          You both laughed.

          "Maybe you could give me a chance." He suggests smiling. "I'm not saying we would be dating, just going out and having fun like tonight. I'd never want you to put yourself or Elena aside. Also... She seemed to like me. I could be her friend too."

          "Pretty convincing, Thomas." You roll your eyes and write down your number on a napkin.          ---          The time passed and you started to see each other on every opportunity you had. Sometimes, it would be just you and him, sometimes Elena would join you. She really liked him.

          But it took you four months to finally admit you two were a couple.

           It was on the same day your first kiss happened.

          You had to run to the hospital with Elena, because she had a fever in the middle of the night and wouldn't stop crying, thanks to an unbearable earache. The problem was that your car wouldn't work.

          You didn't had time to think, and the first person you thought who could help you was Tom.

          Not even half an hour after your call, you were entering the hospital with Elena in your arms and Tom by your side.

          While the doctor was seeing her, you felt your heart heavy. You just wanted her pain to go away. Maybe you were visibly nervous, so Tom brought you to his chest on a tight hug, telling you she would be okay.

          The feeling of being in his arms like that not only made you feel calmer, but it made you feel complete. What other man would get up 2am to take someone else's daughter to the hospital?

          Thankfully, it was nothing serious. She just had an ear infection that could be cured  with some antibiotics for a week. The doctor also gave you a medicine to relieve her pain.          You opened the door of your house and Tom entered, carrying Elena's sleepy body. You lead him to her room and he placed her in bed gently, covering her and placing her favorite teddy bear beside her.

           You couldn't help but smile. That was one of the most beautiful scenes you had ever seen.          Right after that, you made him a cup of tea and you sat at the living room in silence for a while.

          "Thank you so much, Tom." You finally break the silence. "If it wasn't for you, I don't know what I would have done."

          "It was nothing." He smiled. "You can call me for whatever you need, okay?"

          "You don't have to do anything for us." You say looking at the floor.

          "I know." He says placing two fingers under your chin, lifting your head so you would look at him. "You don't need anyone to take care of you, you are the strongest person I've met. But I want to help you. I want to be part of this beautiful family."

          You nodded and started to get closer to him, keeping your eyes locked on his, until you were close enough to feel his breath on your lips. It was a quick kiss. But it meant you trusted him and said it better than your words could.           ---           Your relationship with Tom developed really well. You two took your time to appreciate every step of it, and you could say you had never been so happy in your life.

          A year and a half since your first kiss, Tom asked you to move in with him. At first, you wondered if it wasn't too early. But Elena started to beg you to do it. Later, you found out Tom promised her a puppy if she convinced you. You got mad at him for manipulating your daughter, so you said no. He apologized and that became a funny story between you, so you finally said yes.          But it just wasn't enough for him. Everyone already saw the three of you as a happy family, but he wanted it to be official. So one day, after he picked Elena up from school, he took her to eat ice cream.

          "I'm gonna need your help. To ask your mom something." He confesses to her.

          "What if mommy gets angry again?" She asked with the face covered in chocolate ice cream.

          "It will be different now." He smiles and helps her to clean up. "I wanted to ask her to marry me."

          "Like a princess!" Her little eyes were shining. "Then you will live happily ever after!"

           He smiled, being thankful for reading all those fairy tails to her over and over again.

          "Tom..." The little girl got serious suddently. "Do you remember my birthday party?"

          He nodded heartbroken. When she turned five, you and Tom threw a little party for her. Everything went pretty well, until it was over and you were putting her to bed. She started to cry, because the other kids pointed out she didn't have a father. Tom didn't know what to do, so he told her even though he wasn't her father, he loved her just like he was. It seemed to work, because she never talked about that subject again.          "If you marry my mom..." She thought for a little while. "Will you become my dad?"

          He froze.

           "Listen..." He tried to choose his words carefully. "If you want me to, I can. I'll take care of you and..."

          He was interrupted by her jumping on his lap to give him a hug.

          "I'll help you, Tom."          ---          "Remember, you can't tell your mom anything." He sat down reminding Elena of what they had been planning for weeks.

          The little girl nodded and they waited for you to come home to start.

          You opened the door and found them sitting quietly on the sofa. Tom's heart was beating so fast.

          "What is going on?" You look at them suspiciously.

          "Nothing." They reply at the same time.

          You don't believe them. Those two are never that quiet. But you decide to wait til the truth appears on it's own.

           "Alright... Come on, Elena, it's time for your shower." You call her and she comes quickly, which doesn't happen often.

          "Can we go to my bedroom when I finish my shower, mommy?" The little girl looks at Tom, then at you. "I wanted to talk to you."

          "Okay..." You agree, taking her to the bathroom. "Actually, I have to talk to you too."

          Their plan was simple: Elena would distract you on her bedroom while Tom would set a romantic dinner for the two of you in the kitchen. The diamond ring your daughter helped him choose was already in his pocket.

          As promised, you went with her to her bedroom and sat beside her.          "I just wanted to say that... Hmm" She didn't really think of something to say while they were planning all this. "That you are the best mommy in the world and I'm happy we live with Tom now. He lets me eat ice cream before lunch sometimes, even if it makes him very sad."

          "See??" You hold back your laughter. "You can't eat ice cream before lunch, unless you want Tom to be sad..."

          "I don't want him to ever be sad!" She panicked a little.

          "Then think about it, next time." You tell her, not really being able to be mad at her right now. "But listen... I have something really important to tell you right now, okay?"

          The little girl nodded and sat closer to listen.

          "I'm glad to hear you like Tom so much." You smile at her, but you're a bit nervous. "You know I love him. And we love each other so much that... Well... I received a present? Hm... Tom... I mean, life gave me... Oh, Elena. You're going to have a little brother or sister."

          At first she sat there trying to understand the confusion you made. But when she realized, she jumped on you for a big hug.

          "I LOVE IT, MOMMY! YOU REALLY ARE THE BEST!" She screamed excitedly.

          "Shhh..." You laughed at her, relieved she liked the news. "Tom doesn't know it yet. Would you like to help me to tell him?"

          "Tell me what?" Tom appears to finally call you for dinner.

          "Not now!" Elena looked at him. "He has a surprise for you, but I have to wait here."

          "Thank you, little one." He smiles.

           "But you told me I could watch cartoons on your phone while you..." She reminds him and he quickly hands her his phone before she says too much.          You look at them confused. So that's why they were quiet when you arrived... They are hiding something.

          "Come with me." He leads you towards the kitchen, closing Elena's bedroom door.

          "Tom... I already told you we shouldn't do things we wouldn't like her to catch us doing while she's at home... Or awake, at least." You moan.

          "It's nothing much, darling." He smiles. "I just wanted to do something special for you."

          You enter the kitchen to find it decorated with flowers, candles and a small table with your favorite meal on it and a bottle of wine.

          "Wow... This is so beautiful..." You turn around to kiss him.

          "You are beautiful." He strokes your face. "You deserved a lot more, but I think that simple is more special."

          He started to overthink. What if it was too simple? You deserved so much more. Of course you would say no. He should throw all this away and take you out. To the most fancy restaurant in the world. Close an entire country just for you.

          "No, this is perfect." You worry at how nervous he is. "But are you okay? You're sweating. And your hands are shaking, love..."

          "I'm fine. I just..." He runs his hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. "Y/N... I am just nervous because I have the most amazing woman in the entire world right in front of me and... What could I ever give you to pay for everything you've given me? You not only gave me the best moments of my life, being always by my side when I needed, always putting a smile on my face and happiness in my heart, but you also let me love and protect your beautiful little girl like she was mine too. And I want us to be a family like we both always dreamt to have, so that's why I ask you, Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

          He got down on one knee and showed you the most beautiful ring to ever exist.

          "Yes!" You covered your face full of tears with your right hand, while he placed the ring on your left hand.

          "Thank you." He hugged you, then you kissed a few times. "Should we celebrate now?"

          He was about to pick up the bottle of wine, when you stopped him.          "Wait." You say, feeling that all the anxiety he had before was now all over you. "I can't drink today."

          "Oh... I know we're in the middle of the week, love." He smiles. "But it's a special day, don't you think?"

          "Yes, babe. That's not what I meant." You knew there was only one person who could help you at that moment. "Look... I'm sorry to ruin everything, I know it should be a special night for the two of us... And the two of us only, but... Can I call Elena here just for one moment?"

          "Of course, darling." He says confused.          "Elena?" You knock on her door.

           "DID YOU SAY YES?" She opens quickly.

          "Wait..." You connect the dots. "So you already knew all this? You helped him?"

          She nodded and laughed.

          "Oh! Great!" You smile at her little laugh. "So now you have to help me too."          You and your daughter arrived at the kitchen to find a worried Tom sitting there.

          "If you went to ask her if it was okay, she already knew it. She helped me, actually..." He tried to explain himself.

          "No, it's not that, Tom" You tried to calm him down. "We just have news for you."

          "You're going to be a daddy!" Elena announced throwing her arms into the air.

          "What?" He asked, thinking it still had to do with him becoming her father after he married you.

          "Tom... I'm pregnant." You confirm.

          He looks at both of you smiling like a fool and gets up to hug you so tightly, lifting you from the floor.

          "This is the best night of my life." He says covering you with kisses. "This is amazing, I'm so happy right now."

          He looks down to hug Elena too, but she isn't there anymore. You both look around and find her in the living room, sitting on the floor with a toy in her hands, but not really playing with it.

          Tom gives you a worried look.

          "I don't know what is happening." You look at him. "You saw how happy she was a minute ago."

          "I'll talk to her." He offers and you nod.

          He gives your belly a quick kiss, then walk into the living room, sitting on the floor, beside her.

          "Hello." He smiles at her. "Is there a sad princess in this house? We don't want that, do we?"

          "Tom..." She says without taking her eyes off her toy. "Now you're going to have your own baby. You won't need me anymore."

          "That's not true." He says heartbroken. "You arrived first in my heart. And I'm going to love my baby very much, but not a little bit more than I love you. You're my baby too, even if a piece of paper says I'm not your father."

          "Tom!" She says dramatically. "I'm not a baby anymore, I'm already five."

          "Oh, that's true." He apologizes. "You're the big sister now."          ---          A few months after that, you gave birth to another girl. You thought Elena would be jealous, more of Tom that of you. But she wasn't, she loved her little sister and wanted to help you take care of her.

          They were growing up and getting closer to each other every minute.          Until one day it happened. You knew it would happen eventually. You knew Tom always wanted that, but never asked, because he was afraid you wouldn't like it. But it really melted your heart.

           "Dad! Can we go to the park later?" Your youngest asked Tom.

          "Please, dad!" Elena accidently coppied her sister. "I mean... Tom!"

          Your heart almost stopped. Tom looked at you with the biggest smile you had ever seen.

          "Dad is fine, Elena. I like it." He told her gently, afraid she wouldn't do it again.

          "Thank you, dad." She ran to hug him.

          "Alright." He tried his best not to cry. "Now I'm going to take my two beautiful daughters to the park."

          You smiled at that scene. You knew that, from now, Elena would get anything she wanted by calling him "dad". But could you blame him? It was so good to hear.

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